Viva Forever by The Spice Girls
Do you still remember how we used to be?
Feeling together, believing whatever
My love has said to me
Both of us were dreamers
Young love in the sun
Felt like my savior, my spirit I gave you
We'd only just begun
Hasta mañana, always be mine

Viva forever (viva forever), I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting)
Everlasting (everlasting), like the sun (like the sun)
Live forever (live forever), for the moment (for the moment)
Ever searching (ever searching) for the one (for the one)
Viva forever, I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting)
Everlasting, like the sun
Live forever (live forever), for the moment
Ever searching for the one

The girls sang for the crowd at Don Valley Stadium. They were on their last song for the show and all of them were feeling tired. They have been performing gigs for the last month and a half. They didn’t let how they were feeling show as they finished singing and exit the stage.

Emma looks at Ginger Spice as she leans against her. Everyone was so tired and just wanted the night to end. Unfortunately, they had a party to attend after the show. It was a private event and they were being flown from the stadium out to the estate where the party was being hosted.

When they arrive at their dressing room. The girls strip out of their stage clothes and use the showers provided for them. While Emma is washing her hair and body, she looks over toward Peter “Why did we agree to go to this party? I have class tomorrow and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my eyes open.”

“Because the party is being hosted by one of our sponsors and they want us to mingle and socialize with some of their friends.” Peter was feeling the same way.

He was tired because he and Reggie started taking estrogen. Both of them decided that they wanted to be more like Ginger Spice and Sporty Spice. They even had some minor plastic surgery as well to add to their looks.

Once everyone was finished taking a shower and reapplying their makeup and dressed in the clothes they were going to wear. They are informed that the helicopter sent to fly them to the estate has arrived. Emma looks around to make sure she didn’t leave anything and followed the others towards the helicopter. They stop to sign pictures and such on the way to the helicopter. Emma was handed a CD case and she kisses the cover inside the case. Her bright red lipstick showed through.

The flight to the estate was a little bumpy but otherwise smooth. Emma paid attention to where they were going by air and took some pictures with her cell phone. She looked around and noticed Frankie/ Posh Spice and Kevin/ Scary Spice were catching a cat nap. When they were at a party, Scary Spice cut loose.

The helicopter lands at a nice estate where it looked like the party was already in progress. They are escorted toward the huge crowd of people. They were instructed to mingle and socialize with everyone by their manager.

Emma finds herself surrounded by a lot of young men. She could already tell what they were thinking, but she plays up the role of Baby Spice. Mrs. Bunton had given her a few suggestions on how she handles young men and such. Emma was glad that she and Mrs. Bunton were good friends and that Mrs. Bunton appreciate the effort she tried to live up to the standards Mrs. Bunton set when she was Baby Spice.

Emma enjoys the company of the young men and tries not to favor one over the other. She was in a serious relationship with Mickey and didn’t want to jeopardize it. He understood that she had to flirt and sometimes play the dizzy role. But, she hopes he also knew how much she loved him.

Late in the evening/early morning. They are flown back to a private airfield near their house where the limo was waiting for them. When they get inside, Emma lays her head on Reggie’s lap and gets a cat nap in on their way back to the house.

Reggie strokes Emma’s blonde hair as she rests her head on his lap. He was tired as well. He falls asleep on the way back.

“Emma, wake up, sweetie.” Peter lightly shakes Emma’s shoulder when they arrive back at the house.

Emma slowly opens her eyes and looks at Peter. “Do I have to? I just fell asleep.”

“Yes, you do. We are home.” Peter helps Emma up off the seat and out of the limo.

Emma uses Peter for support as she walks towards the house. She saw the sky slowly fading from night to morning. A moan escapes from her mouth as she looks at her cell phone and notices what time it was. She had three hours before she had to be in class.

“I am not driving to school today.” She sends a text message to the cabby she uses when she doesn’t want to drive.

She watches as everyone else heads to their bedroom. She was regretting being a student and performer. She stumbles into her bedroom and changes clothes. She wasn’t going to show up at class dressed in the dress Mrs. Bunton had given her.

Between the clothes Mrs. Bunton gave her to wear on stage or to special events and the ones, she made herself or bought. Her closet was filled and extended out into her bedroom on racks. She digs through the clothes she wears to school and put together an outfit that she could get away with wearing to school. Afterward, she stumbles into the kitchen and fixes herself a cup of Hawaiian-style coffee, because of how strong it was and grabs an apple fritter to eat. Her cell phone beeps letting her know her cab had arrived.

By the time Emma gets back to the house after class. She was dragging ass and her eyes were bloodshot. She waves to everyone as she walks through the house and towards her bedroom. She doesn’t even make it to her bed before she collapses onto the floor from exhaustion.

She wakes up from her bladder making her wakeup. She discovers that she is in her bed and wearing her favorite Spice Girl nightshirt. She stumbles towards the bathroom and sits down on the toilet. She wasn’t wearing any panties, which she was thankful for, because she would have forgotten to take them off.

She stumbles back to her bedroom and falls face-first into her mattress. She doesn’t even cover up as her nightshirt exposes her bare bottom. She sleeps throughout the night and well into mid-morning, when her body starts complaining that it is hungry. She gets up and rubs the sleep from her eyes and stumbles towards the bathroom again and does her business.

Emma stops and slashes some water on her face, trying to force herself to wake up. She holds the railing as she walks downstairs and into the kitchen. She spots Reggie sitting at the counter enjoying a protein shake.

“You look like something the cat threw up.” Reggie looks at Emma when she walks into the kitchen and stumbles over to the coffee machine.

“I feel like it. How long have I been asleep?” Emma brews herself some coffee.

“About sixteen hours or more. How did class go yesterday?” Reggie knew when Emma was half asleep or lacking sleep, she doesn’t remember anything.

“I don’t recall. I don’t even recall how I got home.” Emma takes her coffee cup and walks over to set down at the counter next to Reggie.

She takes a sip from it and enjoys the warmth from it. Her body was feeling cold.

“Not surprising. When I came into your bedroom to check on you. I found you sound asleep on the floor. I picked you up and undress you and put you in bed.”

“Thanks. I can’t believe I was that tired.” As Emma takes a sip from her coffee cup.

“I can. Out of all of us, you put one hundred percent of your energies into our performance. Also, having to get up and go to school yesterday didn’t help you, either.” Reggie drinks some of his shakes.

Emma drinks some of her coffee. She just sits beside Reggie enjoying her coffee. She wonders how many more performances they had coming up.

“Reggie, do you think this is worth our energy?” Emma looks at Reggie when she asks the question.

“What being a tribute band or being a band period?” He looks at Emma.

“Both?” Emma loved being Baby Spice, but sometimes she wonders if it was worth it.

“For me, I would say I enjoy it a lot. I know Frankie and Kevin are regretting it and are talking about wanting to leave. Which means we will have to find another Posh Spice and Scary Spice and that’s not easy.”

“Hhmmm, I can’t say I blame them.” Emma holds her coffee.

Reggie looks at Emma and wonders if she regrets agreeing to be their Baby Spice. He knows she loved being Baby Spice and that she loved the Spice Girls.

“Are you thinking about giving up, too?”

“I don’t know. I enjoy being Baby Spice and I enjoy my friendship with Mrs. Bunton as well. She’s been a big help in making sure we lived up to the Spice Girls' name and image. It’s just between being a student and performing all the time is taking a toll on me.” Emma takes a sip from her coffee cup.

“Why don’t we talk with our manager and tell her we will be wanting a few weeks off? I know were booked several television shows for the upcoming holidays.” Reggie had spoken to Peter since Peter was the default leader.

“Okay.” Emma drinks some more of her coffee.

Afterward, she takes a shower and puts on some slumming around-the-house clothes. She didn’t feel like going out anywhere. She works on a few designs while listening to AC/DC playing on her portable radio. It was linked to her cell phone. She didn’t feel like hearing any Spice Girl songs, so she had it set for Playlist 2 instead which had a different collection of music on it.