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[quinnandpaper]

[ voicemail ] for rachel

[ after having spent all morning writing and then crashing for a recuperative nap, Quinn wakes to an empty, darkening apartment and decides she'd like to dress it up with a little cheer. and since it's been a minute since she's seen her best friend... ]

Q: I know you're wow-ing everyone in the audience right now, but after you're done greeting your latest throng of fans, would you be up for stopping by and seeing your number one? Sab-- well Sab and Brandy aren't around so I'm planning to take advantage of an empty apartment and decorate. [ a beat, then smiling ] Even with your height disadvantages, I'd love your help. Or just your company. And if you can swing it, dinner's on me. Just let me know what you want so I can run out and grab anything not stocked. Love and miss you, Rach. I hope you had a great show.

[quinnandpaper]

[ voicemail ] for rachel

[ Left after Quinn receives the text that the role of Millie is hers. ]

Q: [smile bright and audible in her words] Hey there. [a pause that allows some of New York's night sounds to filter through the speaker as Quinn leans against the wall out on the terrace.] I remember shortly after we met, one night when we were on our backs in your yard looking up at the stars that you told me you were going to be one. A star on Broadyway. And honestly at the time I thought you were a bit crazy because what kid at some point doesn't dream about being rich and famous. But then I heard you sing and I watched you perform -- even if it was just in your living room -- and I knew that I was the crazy one for ever doubting your dream. [ a beat and a deep breath ] I'm so proud of you, Rachel. For your dedication and perseverance and what you've achieved. You /are/ a star, one that's ready to burst on the scene, and I, along with the rest of your soon-to-be fans, can't wait to be blinded by your talent. [ a sigh ] Congrats and have a great night out with Fi. You deserve it.