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The girls had just gotten out of school again. All of them, except for the 9 year-old Mary, were in their multiplication unit.
- "Ugh, popstars don't have to learn their times tables."
- "Yes they do, Jessica."
- "No they don't, Janet!"
Janet and Mary's mom, Robin, had agreed to record the songs they wrote the winter before. Usually they hadn't made professional projects, though they had gained experience from their multiple attempts to pretend to be the next Spice Girls.
- "Okay, so we're recording the next song, yeah?"
- "Alright. Whew, this is a bit scary, actually!"
- "Ahem. If you wanna-wait, no, that's not how it goes."
The girls were still a bit nervous. They never recorded anything, they had always just played around in the living room.
- "Whew! Okay, okay. One, two, three, four."
- "If you wanna come, you gotta stay. Was that the right line?"
- "If you wanna go, you gotta pay. If you don't show, then go away. Save your talk for another day!"