"Great. Just sign here, here, and here," the woman said emotionlessly.

"Thank you," Dream breathed.

"From now on, you'll only be allowed to wear clothes we accept," the woman continued. "This jean on jean style," she pointed to Dream's denim jacket and jeans, which happened to be the same shade, "Will never be allowed. You may wear one at a time, but never both at the same time."

"Okay?" Dream hadn't come to be criticized for her choice of clothing.

Following the announcement, Dream gave her friends a few days to talk with their parents and make up their minds. In the end, all accepted.

Except Francesca and Fatima, of course. They understandably flat out refused to take part of any show that stemmed off of their mother being a psychopathic killer and kidnapper who was sentenced to jail for three hundred years, basically a life sentence. That was a valid refusal, although both of them had helped so much that Dream thought she might even miss having them around.

"We'll be here," Francesca had told her. "You'll know that. And we support you guys. Wholly."

Savannah and Sawyer's parents were all about taking once-in-a-lifetime opportunities and they were the first to tell Dream they were in. Zac never asked his parents, just waited a day to think about this life changing opportunity and accepted. He told Dream his parents wouldn't even notice his absence. Chloe was next, her parents hesitant at first, but since, in Mrs. Scott's words, this was for such a good cause, and her parents were working so much it'd hardly make a difference in their lives...

They had a point. They didn't even realize Chloe was in Brooklyn instead of Miami until two weeks after she was gone.

Then there was Axel, who was the last to respond. He voiced his concerns about quitting soccer, but when he learned that by joining the show, he could still play soccer, and he might get a soccer scholarship, he immediately told Dream he was in.

Also, it was about five minutes after he learned that Chloe was joining the show, if that indicated anything.

"Mr. Harbert will be waiting in that meeting room," the woman said. "I will notify him that you will be a few minutes late. Go to the dressing room there, inside should be clothes that should fit you."

Dream frowned. "Why--"

"The only time he saw you was at a wedding, when you were dressed up, is that correct? Well, if he sees you in," the woman gestured to Dream's current choice of clothing, "That, he might rethink his choices. Now, go change."

Dream frowned, making her way to the so-called dressing room, and locking the door before looking around at the choices of clothing she was given.

She made a face as she flipped through outfit after outfit. She wouldn't consider herself not fashionable, maybe she wasn't always the fashionista but she still dressed decently and modestly. Of course, she wouldn't dress up to go everywhere, but she looked nice most of the time.

But this was a whole new level. Everything was either something she would wear to a fancy dinner, or it covered less than a towel would.

She finally settled for a loose pink crop top, and kept the jeans she was wearing. As she left the dressing room, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, that same woman making a disgusted face at her. Oh, well, who cared?

"Dream Cadison," Mr. Harbert said as she entered the room. Dream nervously shifted, finding herself in a huge room with many unknown faces. She looked around, slightly panicked, feeling the least bit of consolation when she noticed Marc and Mr. Parkings sitting somewhere in the middle of the room.

"Hello," she stammered. "Sorry I'm late," she sat down at the nearest chair.

"No problem, we were just brainstorming ideas for the name of your show," somebody Dream didn't recognize said.

"Keeping Up with the Cadison," someone else joked.

"Oh, ugh, no, you just scarred me for life, forgive me while I go change my last name," Dream laughed, despite herself. But she quickly remembered exactly where she was and turned back to everyone, her cheeks turning red.

"It's okay, let this be a light hearted conversation," a kind-looking woman said. But then, one can never tell if a person is nice or not based on their looks.

"Sandra proposed the name 'Academics'. We might be able to build off of that," one of the men said.

"Yes, if you want to cut down the viewing pool by ninety percent."

"We could go with 'Academia', that sounds nicer, don't you think?"

Dream rolled her eyes, feeling more comfortable in this casual setting. "My friends call me a nerd and even I wouldn't watch something called 'Academics' or 'Academia'."

"Well?" Marc chuckled, "What do you suggest?"

"NOT saying that this should be the name of the show, but at this point even 'Little Miss Dreamy' will appeal better to the audience."

"Hm, so you're saying we should somehow incorporate your name into the name of the show, is that what you're saying?" one of the men asked.

Dream did a major facepalm inside her head, horrified to see everyone around the table nodding in approval.

"No, no, no, no, no," she said, her heart thumping in her chest. "No way. That is extremely cringe."

Sighing, everyone went back to brainstorming ideas.

"Well, Dream is the head of this project, so her name should be in there somewhere," someone said. Dream groaned in frustration. No.

"The project is about establishing schools around America," Mr. Parkings said.

"And we can play on the meaning of Dream's name," Marc pointed out.

"Oh!" the Sandra woman exclaimed, "How about...the American Dream School?"

It took every single bit of energy inside Dream to not loudly snort at that comment.

"We can go cliche, like the Dream Team," someone mentioned.

"I can think of at least a hundred places, groups, teams, whatever, that have called themselves the Dream Team," Dream rolled her eyes.

"That's why I said it's cliche," the person muttered in annoyance.

"You know...actually...we can also play around with the 'Academics' or 'Academia' idea," someone said.

Dream rolled her eyes. "This again?"

"No," Marc said, "That's actually a great idea."

Sandra hummed. "I got it! Acadreamics...no...wait...Acadreamia!"

Dream cocked her head. That didn't actually sound too bad.

Everyone around nodded in approval, with the exception of one man who frowned.

"Acadreamia sounds...weird. And I don't like it," he shook his head.

"You don't like anything," Sandra scoffed.

The man sniffed but didn't say anything after that.

"Then Acadreamia it is," Mr. Harbert decided, writing something down.

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A/N

Okay I am dying of cringe so yeah. I'm reallyyyy sorry but a girl only has so many ideas in her brain lol. If anyone has a better name for this dumb show thing, feel free to drop some ideas bahahaha.

At the same time, thanks so much for reading! And also we only have ONE chapter left which is *shrieks* Anyways so thank you guys sooo much.

Next update: Wednesday (I can't believe it's almost over omg)

💙, Stella Rose