Lola watches beychella

>Lola takes two things seriously.
>One is the pageant scene, and all the awards she wins.
>(Not to mention the juicy gossip that she gets in on as a result).
>The other is practicing for every single possible category that could be thrown at her.
>Speeches, gymnastics both physical and mental, poses, runway struts, she must be able to excel in every area.
>This compels her to slam her fist upon Lincoln's door with all the strength the six-year-old could possibly muster.
>"Lincoln! I am not going to lose because you don't know how to wake up on time!"
>Finally, Lincoln opened the door, his eyes shot red and baggy from the lack of sleep.
>"Good! I'm glad SOMEONE managed to make good on their promise!"
>"Lola, it's four-thirty on a sunday."
>"I don't want to hear that! We are fifteen minutes behind schedule!"
>Lola grabbed Lincoln by the waistband and began to drag him down the hall to begin her hours of "practice".
>What she could possibly be thinking of today was beyond Lincoln.
>The first thing on the list was "inspiration-gathering".
>What this translated out to was Lola forcing Lincoln to watch Beyoncé performances with her.
>For several hours.
>On loop.
>Between bouts of fitful sleep, Lincoln saw his sister sit in rapt attention, taking dozens of notes.
>At least, when she wasn't sitting in silent awe.
>Sometime around noon, Lincoln was dead asleep when he felt Lola shake him vigorously.
>"Wake up, you lazy sadsack! I have tons of inspiration I need to refine!"
>This meant shifting some things around.
>What was going to be a couple of hours of ribbon-twirling became a runway practice session instead.
>Lincoln watched eith blank eyes as Lola attempted to fuse the animated sex appeal of Jessica Rabbit and the queenly confidence of Beyoncé into a single walk.
>What this translated out to was Lola swinging her hips around exaggeratedly.
>And bumping into everyone and everything.
>Many times.
>On her twelfth attempt, Lola swung a bit too far to the left towards the stairs.
>Every ounce of tired Lincoln had in him evaporated instantly.
>With the speed and skill of a ninja, Lincoln sprinted and caught Lola by the abdomen as they fell, cushioning their landing with his body.
>Lola was amazed.
>"My hero!" Lola swooned.
Mmmmmmmmwah!
>Lola left a big kiss on Lincoln's cheek.
>"Now, we need to move on to the next practice goal: etiquette!"
>"I expect you in my room for a tea party in exactly five minutes."
>With that, Lola got up and left the mangled Lincoln at the bottom of the stairs.
>"Ow."