Hey, I'm back. Thanks for reviewing, damonika2009 and frumouttamimind (I meant that I didn't write the text...little confusing, I DO own a copy of the book, I mean I don't own the rights to the text of the book). This takes place around the time the triplets are ten. And this time, it's not Alex telling the story.

GRACE'S POV

"Shut up, Lou!" I groaned. Louisa had been singing along to her keyboard playing at the top of her voice. The whole family was into music, and it was getting more and more grating. We knew all the pop songs, of course, but ever since we were little, we'd been taught the songs that were played by Dad, as well as Uncle Wakko and Aunty Dot, back when they were kids and on TV. Mom had learnt them all, and sang some of them, but she hadn't been on the TV show as much as they had. Anyway, Lou had started learning all the easiest of the songs (Jack said she just didn't want to try) and played them non-stop.

If Mom had been home, she would've told Louisa to stop, but she was out auditioning for something (I forget what). But only Dad was home at the moment, and he was writing some other movie review, and probably couldn't even hear us. That's what drove me crazy at home. I loved my parents, of course I did, but I wished that Mom was home more. When Dad wasn't writing another review, he was, well, not like any other parent I knew. My friends had much less freedom than Lou, Jack and I had. Whenever they came to our house, they always said "Grace, you're so lucky." They could try living with it! It was crazy.

As for the rest of my family, they weren't any better. Uncle Wakko, being a musician, probably wouldn't discourage Lou. In fact, he didn't always notice the obvious – only the important things that no one else got. Aunty Dot wouldn't mind, sometimes, but other days, she'd ask Lou to be quiet, so I wasn't sure she'd be much better.

"I haven't finished my practice!" Louisa argued. "If you don't like it, get lost!"

I stood my ground. "Is that what you want? You want me to leave the tower? Cause I am finding that idea very tempting."

Jack, who had been finishing homework, looked up. "Get over it, Grace. I haven't been bothered by it, and I'm the one who's been writing a bunch of stuff."

"I'm leaving." I muttered. "I really am."

At this point, I really wanted to. My sister could tell. "You know that Dad will hear if you do go." she pointed out. "No one can ignore the metal door."

I shrugged. "I don't really care by this point." I opened the door, and walked straight out.

But there wasn't really anywhere to go inside the lot. For the next half hour, I wandered around, and ended up on the balcony of the water tower. I didn't want to go back in, so I continued to wait. Which is where Mom found me when she came home later.

"Grace!" she exclaimed. "Are you OK? Why are you out here?"

I shrugged.

"You don't want to talk about it?" Mom asked quietly.

I thought about it, and sighed. "OK, I'll talk. Lou wouldn't shut up when she was singing, so when I told her to, she told me to get lost, so I did."

Mom raised her eyebrows. "Did Jack say anything?"

"Yeah, he told me to get over it."

Mom sighed. "Right. Well, come in now, you don't have to say anything to anyone, but it's really getting cold, and I don't want you to be outside any longer."

I sighed and followed Mom inside, as I heard her calling Dad, which followed with his usual greeting to Mom, which consisted of a "Helloooo, beautiful" which seemed to be from back when he was on that TV show.

A few minutes after that, Mom finally talked to me. "You know," she said. "I felt like this all the time when I was younger."

I was surprised at that. "You really did?"

Mom nodded. "Uh-huh. You feel like everyone's driving you crazy, right?"

That was true. I nodded. "What happened," Mom said, "Was that back when I only saw the family in the summers, they enjoyed driving me and other people crazy. I used to scream at them like a little kid."

I perked up. "What type of things did they do?"

Mom thought for a moment. "When I was about fifteen, the first thing they made me do was sing a song from a musical with them. I should have spotted the signs, I guess – that was the first suggestion that I was going to end up where I am now." She smiled at the memory. "I remember screaming at them at the end, but now I wouldn't have minded."

"How did you survive?" I asked.

Mom continued to think. "Dot used to give me makeovers. That usually calmed me down a bit, because she was so good at them. And I used to just get out for a while, like you were." She knew my answer. "So do you want to get a makeover, too?" she said mischievously.

I smiled. "You said that Aunty Dot's are good, and I've seen her working. She looks really good at it! Can I get something from her?"

Mom smiled too. "I'll ask her what she thinks."

I smiled. That was good enough for me. Then I hugged Mom, happy again. At that moment, I didn't really care how crazy life in the Warner family got. If Mom could stand it, so could I.

At least, I kept that thought for a few hours. Then Louisa asked Dad if there were any songs off the show that we hadn't learned (we'd learned the geographical ones, the presidents one, the math one, all of them, in my opinion). And there was STILL one more. Immediately, I retreated, and seriously thought about asking one of my friends' parents to do ChildSwap.

And now, we interrupt this fanfiction with a special report:

Alex: SideshowJazz1 has decided to finish this part of her stories in the "Alex" series – she may write more if she wants to, but this part is ending now. To find out why, let's go to our roving reporter, Yakko Warner now. Yakko?

Yakko: Thanks, Alex. I'm standing here right now with SideshowJazz1, the amateur writer of the "Alex" series that has been developing since March of 2012. Jazz, why have you decided to stop here?

SideshowJazz1: Yakko, I don't really want to. I need ideas, basically. Inspiration. Maybe someone would collaborate with me? Right now, if I write anything, I have a feeling that you're going to have more fun with Alex than ever before. Although...if you and Alex ever get bored of each other...*smirks and pretends she's not flirting*

Alex: Do you mind? That's MY partner! *Fire burns in her eyes*

SideshowJazz1: I'm sorry...please don't kill me...he's just my dream partner. Oops...

Alex: YOU DIE NOW!

Please hold, we are experiencing some technical difficulties

Dot: We are sorry for the difficulties, but the guys need to make sure Alex doesn't kill SideshowJazz1. In conclusion, SideshowJazz1 would like to say that she will not be doing anything more with the "Alex" series unless someone a: Offers to collaborate with her, or b: Gives her the ideas she needs. She says she really doesn't want to leave you, so if you give her enough ideas, she'll continue to write. Now, for the next bit...Yakko, Wakko, is Alex restrained now?

Alex: I still haven't killed her, OK, Dot? Anyway, SideshowJazz1 just wanted to tell all the reviewers how amazing they are, particularly her most frequent and oldest. My shout out is to Emmygirl822. It was great to have you reviewing, and putting the link for "Princess Alexandra" on Tumblr. You're awesome!

Yakko: Mine goes to A Scribbler. Really good reviewer and writer – both SideshowJazz1 and I are loving your stories...although as I remember, kiddo was...

Alex: Shut up! Don't give out a spoiler. Wakko, your turn!

Wakko: My shout out is to KaylaMicael, the oldest reviewer! You are absolutely amazing for sticking with the series from the start. And while I'm anxious about my fate in your fanfic, I recommend it!

Dot: I give a shout out to frumouttamimind, the longest sticking reviewer, and also the one full of ideas! SideshowJazz1 says that without your input, "Princess Alexandra" would still be unfinished and that makes me VERY grateful that you were around to read it.

Grace: Also, to damonika2009...

Louisa: And Warner Kids Fan, if they're reading...

Jack: And not forgetting all the other reviewers, like xBrianna123x..

Triplets: Thank you for reviewing!

SideshowJazz1: Now, will you be the one to get me writing? Give me your opinion, PLEASE?