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Adam Lambert♥ I know he's gay, but Shanana and I don't care! We LURVE him!
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*sigh* William Moseley....
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Tommy Ratliff!!!!
Last But DEFINITLEY not least.....
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AHHHHHH!!! Justin Bieber, he's so awesomerific!
I Lurve em' all! We aren't obsessed....we're in lurve!
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain ♥
Love isn't about loving the perfect person, it's about loving the imperfect person...perfectly.
~Unknown
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Failure
A poem about failure (obviously) dedicated to Shanana, she inspired me to write this! (even though the soccer team isn't worthy of her Adam Lambert Tasticness)
The finish line just ahead
I climb towards the top
Afriad to fall
I don't look down
In this sea of hopelessness
Is where I may drown
I feel hands
Weighing me down
I hear the faint silence
But, there's too much sound
I see dawn overpowering dusk
My view suddenly blocked
By a thick musk
As I feel my tips touch
The ribbon of success
My eyes seek what is desired
The finish Line
But, then I fall
The finish line just ahead
I climb towards the top
Afriad to fall
I don't look down
In this sea of hopelessness
Is where I may drown
I feel hands
Weighing me down
I hear the faint silence
But, there's too much sound
I see dawn overpowering dusk
My view suddenly blocked
By a thick musk
As I feel my tips touch
The ribbon of success
My eyes seek what is desired
The finish Line
But, then I fall
Dedicated To all of my Besties out There!!! ♥ Love ma Girls!
Bestie Poem
We're close as close can be
We can talk about anything
They say opposites attract
But, how can that be
When we are the same?
Some may believe that rule
Maybe, just maybe
I do, too
Altho, that rule
Doesn't apply to you
Best Friend
We're close as close can be
We can talk about anything
They say opposites attract
But, how can that be
When we are the same?
Some may believe that rule
Maybe, just maybe
I do, too
Altho, that rule
Doesn't apply to you
Best Friend
Hater Poem by Shannon Harris and Emily Owens
Our Hater Poem! Dedicated to all Adam Lovers b/c we Love the Haters No matter what but they hate us
You hate his voice
You hate him
Why not be respectful
And respect our own opinion
You don't like us
We tend to be okay towards you
It's like threatening us with dynamite
But, we won't tap a foot to your hating tune
Your eyes freeze anytime he's seen
Your sneer is your face
The twitch of your lips is dislike
But, we feel not one ounce of pain
You don't like us
We tend to be okay towards you
It's like threatening us with dynamite
But, we won't tap a foot to your hating tune
We lurve Adam! This is our way of expressing the lurve and the way meanie haters areAnyways, go to Shanana's site: http://www.shanny0220.blogspot.com/
You hate his voice
You hate him
Why not be respectful
And respect our own opinion
You don't like us
We tend to be okay towards you
It's like threatening us with dynamite
But, we won't tap a foot to your hating tune
Your eyes freeze anytime he's seen
Your sneer is your face
The twitch of your lips is dislike
But, we feel not one ounce of pain
You don't like us
We tend to be okay towards you
It's like threatening us with dynamite
But, we won't tap a foot to your hating tune
We lurve Adam! This is our way of expressing the lurve and the way meanie haters are
Contest Entry
This is a poem I am entering for our poet competition
Unbearable: Emily (Emolaylay) Owens
Fire burned into your eyes
Ice seeping through your voice
Your laugh permits poison into our minds
Your smile is forced
Your thoughts are always formed into words
Even when they consist of emotional hurt
Unhelpful advice
Mad at everything
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
Drama's your best subject
You and your voice are enough
We can do without all the huffs and puffs
Unhelpful advice
Mad at everything
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
You cut through the silence without a knife
No keeping peace with you
It's hard to keep track
Of all the bad things you do
Unhelpful advice
Mad at everything
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
No help are you
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
Unbearable: Emily (Emolaylay) Owens
Fire burned into your eyes
Ice seeping through your voice
Your laugh permits poison into our minds
Your smile is forced
Your thoughts are always formed into words
Even when they consist of emotional hurt
Unhelpful advice
Mad at everything
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
Drama's your best subject
You and your voice are enough
We can do without all the huffs and puffs
Unhelpful advice
Mad at everything
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
You cut through the silence without a knife
No keeping peace with you
It's hard to keep track
Of all the bad things you do
Unhelpful advice
Mad at everything
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
No help are you
You create the drama
You ruin my songbird sing
Monday, February 22, 2010
SOOOOO Sowrry!
Hi, everyone! Sorry for not updating but I will update soon! Poems are coming! I'm also writing my new series: It's Complicated! Get Ready!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
No Boundaries Chapter 4
Throughout the day my mind wandered into the cave, the beautiful lake, the touch of his lips, and the smell of his skin. I couldn’t work, I was daydreaming. Needless to say, the day got worse…
Through the day, my dreams were awoken by three simple words : “Action” “Collete!” and “Focuse!”
I couldn’t help it! How could I stop the feeling of his arms around me? How could I stop the way I felt when he spoke? I couldn’t! About 4:00pm, I received the most shocking phone call….
“Hello? What? No! It can’t be!” suddenly a shock of adrenaline surged into my viens. I shot up like a balloon and ran as fast as my legs could go, to the hospital. As I neared the entrance, my heart snapped like a rope. I didn’t want to face reality. I didn’t want to lose him. I couldn’t.
“Brian, please?”
“Room 21.”
“Thanks” I huddled into the small room. It smelt of too much mopping and too little fun.
“Brian? Brian?!” The nurses huddled in, they started turning off the equipment…
“What’s happening?! What happened to him?!” Tears formed into my too big eyes.
“I’m sorry, he got in a car wreck. We tried to save him, but we couldn’t…”
“No! This can’t be happening!” I was rampaging, unable to stop the tears from flowing down. As they stripped the sheets I kissed his forehead one last time….how could this happen?
I couldn’t hold him in my arms,couldn’t feel the touch of his lips…
Lay me down to rest. It’s a Lover’s final breath. Now I die, Kiss your tender lips goodbye. Pray to God, who hears my cry.
I’ll see you again someday, I love you….that’s all that’s left to say….
That was three years ago. He’s gone and life goes on. I will never forget the way his hair curled around his face, the way his lips tasted, and the touch of his skin. My name is Collete, this is the story about my first love.
I really hope you liked this series! More series coming!
Through the day, my dreams were awoken by three simple words : “Action” “Collete!” and “Focuse!”
I couldn’t help it! How could I stop the feeling of his arms around me? How could I stop the way I felt when he spoke? I couldn’t! About 4:00pm, I received the most shocking phone call….
“Hello? What? No! It can’t be!” suddenly a shock of adrenaline surged into my viens. I shot up like a balloon and ran as fast as my legs could go, to the hospital. As I neared the entrance, my heart snapped like a rope. I didn’t want to face reality. I didn’t want to lose him. I couldn’t.
“Brian, please?”
“Room 21.”
“Thanks” I huddled into the small room. It smelt of too much mopping and too little fun.
“Brian? Brian?!” The nurses huddled in, they started turning off the equipment…
“What’s happening?! What happened to him?!” Tears formed into my too big eyes.
“I’m sorry, he got in a car wreck. We tried to save him, but we couldn’t…”
“No! This can’t be happening!” I was rampaging, unable to stop the tears from flowing down. As they stripped the sheets I kissed his forehead one last time….how could this happen?
I couldn’t hold him in my arms,couldn’t feel the touch of his lips…
Lay me down to rest. It’s a Lover’s final breath. Now I die, Kiss your tender lips goodbye. Pray to God, who hears my cry.
I’ll see you again someday, I love you….that’s all that’s left to say….
That was three years ago. He’s gone and life goes on. I will never forget the way his hair curled around his face, the way his lips tasted, and the touch of his skin. My name is Collete, this is the story about my first love.
I really hope you liked this series! More series coming!
No Boundaries Chapter 3
As I headed out for my first day at work, nothing was all I thought. It was like I hadn’t cared that he was drinking anymore….maybe I didn’t. I thought of my friend most of the day. I missed her, of course I did, she was my best friend. As we shot scenes and ran through lines and spells, I worked hard to get everything perfect. As soon as the day was over, I huddled outside to grab my phone and speak with her as soon as possible. “Hello?? Yeah! It’s Collete, what are you up to? Really?! That’s awesome! Yeah, sure! What’s the address? Okay! Alright. You too, bye!” She had gotten a role in a movie…did we all have the same dream? Oh, and she had gotten Hollywood Records to publish her first ever cd! I was so proud! It sounded amazing, yes I had bought it, and the lyrics were incredible. I couldn’t wait to go see her on her day off! She said she had met someone…wow. The next day, I was walking through the park minding my own business, then he happened. Brian ran into me! My too loud i-pod drowned his wonderful voice, I took them off to hear a heartbroken noise through his mouth. Words, words that poured out the pain in his voice, that crashed into me, that made me want to help. “Oh, I’m sorry.” His face was weary and distant, his eyes were red, and his cheeks stained with a waterfall of tears. “Brian?” His neck snapped toward me. “Collete?” “Brian, you look horrible, let’s go get you cleaned up.” “Where?” “My place of course!” As I lead him to my bike, I ran while he rode. It felt right to have him by my side. Of course, headlines appeared about Brian and his ex-girl-loser's movie, but today it didn’t hurt me. Today it made me more determined. I could do anything. As we slithered into my house, I motioned him to the bed, I dug up a washrag and smoothed it across his face, my thumb lining his perfect jaw. “Collete, I never noticed how amazing your eyes were.” “Their just as amazing as yours.” I replied, why was I such an idiot? “Uh, yeah, I guess.” He was nervous, I could tell. “Brian, don’t be nervous around me, I don’t want to make you like that.” “I’m not, I’m nervous because I wanted to ask you something.” “What?”
“Would you go out with me?” “Uh, well, …aren’t you going out with someone?” “No, she broke up with me after she saw the way I was with you…and I realized I wanted you all along, I just hadn’t known it…” “Uh, I don’t know what to say.” How could I say no to that perfection laying on my bed? “Please, CiCi?” “Yes, yes, a million times yes!” I yelped. My voice came back, go figure. “Oh, Collete!” He ran up and..picked me up, he was so strong! As, he spun around in joy, it was like my whole world had done a 180, my wishes had been answered, he was mine. We spent days together, talking, laughing, running, when our eyes met we entered a different world. He and I were one. Then, one day, we entered the park, he was unusually happy that day… he had something planned, I could feel it. “Collete, let’s take a different way, today.” “Uhm, okay!” I still melted at the sound of his voice. We ran and traveled into the deep woods, twisting and turning, we emerged into a small cave. It was filled with butterflies, and a beautiful lake. The eroma was a soft scent of lavender, my favorite. I loved how he knew me so well. “Do you like it?” “Yes, very much, thank you! It’s amazing!” I wrapped my arms around him and he picked me up, I loved how he did that with such gentleness, but yet he was so strong! Then, the unexpected happened. His lips met mine, the touch of his lips, the tingle of his breath, it was amazing. The touch of him made my skin tingle with delight. As I intertwined my arms around his neck, he let go. “Was that too soon?” “Not soon enough.” I chuckled. “Good, I love you, Collete .” “I love you, Brian.” True Love. It, makes you fall weak at the knees. You get butterflies whenever you see him. You always want to be with him. True love. That’s what I had, true love.
“Would you go out with me?” “Uh, well, …aren’t you going out with someone?” “No, she broke up with me after she saw the way I was with you…and I realized I wanted you all along, I just hadn’t known it…” “Uh, I don’t know what to say.” How could I say no to that perfection laying on my bed? “Please, CiCi?” “Yes, yes, a million times yes!” I yelped. My voice came back, go figure. “Oh, Collete!” He ran up and..picked me up, he was so strong! As, he spun around in joy, it was like my whole world had done a 180, my wishes had been answered, he was mine. We spent days together, talking, laughing, running, when our eyes met we entered a different world. He and I were one. Then, one day, we entered the park, he was unusually happy that day… he had something planned, I could feel it. “Collete, let’s take a different way, today.” “Uhm, okay!” I still melted at the sound of his voice. We ran and traveled into the deep woods, twisting and turning, we emerged into a small cave. It was filled with butterflies, and a beautiful lake. The eroma was a soft scent of lavender, my favorite. I loved how he knew me so well. “Do you like it?” “Yes, very much, thank you! It’s amazing!” I wrapped my arms around him and he picked me up, I loved how he did that with such gentleness, but yet he was so strong! Then, the unexpected happened. His lips met mine, the touch of his lips, the tingle of his breath, it was amazing. The touch of him made my skin tingle with delight. As I intertwined my arms around his neck, he let go. “Was that too soon?” “Not soon enough.” I chuckled. “Good, I love you, Collete .” “I love you, Brian.” True Love. It, makes you fall weak at the knees. You get butterflies whenever you see him. You always want to be with him. True love. That’s what I had, true love.
No Boundaries Chapter 2
As I huddled over to Witch Please! The television series I auditioned for, my fingers soared past and steered to a stop at Fawn : the main character and the role I auditioned for. I did it! I was the new Fawn! I galloped home to fabricate the news to Brian.
"Hello? Hey Brian! It's Collete! What? Uhm, Yeah." He was going to see what his girl-loser wanted (let's call her that from now on.) "Hey! Yeah, Sure! I'd love to come over!" I hung up, head hanging. It was an act, a sham, it was a fake happiness.
As I knocked onto the door I remembered the three words that bursted into my ear, broke my heart, and stabbed me in the back. "I Love You." Tears poured into the open air and stained my eyes with the red that was hurt. I hung up the phone and ran to my bed…Why? Why, why, why?! Why did he betray me like that? Why did she do this even though she knew my feelings for him? Why did Brian say that to her? Why did anything happen? And why was it always bad…questions that couldn’t be answered by anyone other than the influence’s that caused them. I picked the phone back up and dialed the number. Her voice was joyous and giddy…what would I say? “Hey! So what’s the good news?Brian told me you said you had good news!” “I auditioned for a tv series and got the part I was rooting for.” I chuckled lightly to add joy to my not-so-joyous moment. “That’s awesome!” As I packed my bags for a sleepover, I re-did my makeup and pulled my hair back. I wore my clothes like I used to, for Nick. Just because he was going out with her doesn’t mean he couldn’t think of me? Right? I knocked onto the enormous brass knocker, a estatic girl-loser came and embraced me with an I’m-So-Glad-You’re-Here hug. Was she trying that hard to keep me happy? “ Is she here?” His voice….it was like home….
“Hi, Brian…” I whispered, faintly hearing the sound of my heart going dun dun dun dun dun! It felt like my heart was going 50 miles per second….he had that effect on people. But, something was off, he was…different. His breath smelt of…beer?! He promised everyone he would NEVER drink! What was wrong with him? Did SHE do this to him? “C’mon in!” Her voice smelt like beer, too. “Thanks.” “Collete!" Brian engulffed me in his oh-so-lovely bear hugs, it felt like…like Brian. “Brian” “Uh, hi!” gosh, why did she have to disturb?! “Oh, right. Sorry, babe, it’s just I haven’t seen Collete in SO long!” I loved how he smiled when I was with him…his voice was like silk, his hair still framed his perfect face, and his eyes enlightened at the sight of…m-me? ! They were kissing?! Right in front of me…well, let them be that way. They weren’t worth it if she knew about my feelings for him. “Uhm, what is this all about?” I demanded. “Oh! We're…kinda dating.” “What?! I mean, cool.” “Yep! BriBri is so amazing!” “So, how did this happen?” “Well, we were at the set of our movie…when he kissed me, it was like we fit like the pieces of a puzzle. He…I-I didn’t know we could connect like that, you know?” “No, I don’t…” “So, Collete, I missed you.” The conversation made it’s way hastily to the living room, a few days later I went back home with, my questions , a promise, and another knife in my back. When would they stop? Would I ever get my chance with Brian? Why did he have breath like that? Were they drunks? They did seem a bit hungover when I came in…ugh! Life. Complicated. Love. A. War.
"Hello? Hey Brian! It's Collete! What? Uhm, Yeah." He was going to see what his girl-loser wanted (let's call her that from now on.) "Hey! Yeah, Sure! I'd love to come over!" I hung up, head hanging. It was an act, a sham, it was a fake happiness.
As I knocked onto the door I remembered the three words that bursted into my ear, broke my heart, and stabbed me in the back. "I Love You." Tears poured into the open air and stained my eyes with the red that was hurt. I hung up the phone and ran to my bed…Why? Why, why, why?! Why did he betray me like that? Why did she do this even though she knew my feelings for him? Why did Brian say that to her? Why did anything happen? And why was it always bad…questions that couldn’t be answered by anyone other than the influence’s that caused them. I picked the phone back up and dialed the number. Her voice was joyous and giddy…what would I say? “Hey! So what’s the good news?Brian told me you said you had good news!” “I auditioned for a tv series and got the part I was rooting for.” I chuckled lightly to add joy to my not-so-joyous moment. “That’s awesome!” As I packed my bags for a sleepover, I re-did my makeup and pulled my hair back. I wore my clothes like I used to, for Nick. Just because he was going out with her doesn’t mean he couldn’t think of me? Right? I knocked onto the enormous brass knocker, a estatic girl-loser came and embraced me with an I’m-So-Glad-You’re-Here hug. Was she trying that hard to keep me happy? “ Is she here?” His voice….it was like home….
“Hi, Brian…” I whispered, faintly hearing the sound of my heart going dun dun dun dun dun! It felt like my heart was going 50 miles per second….he had that effect on people. But, something was off, he was…different. His breath smelt of…beer?! He promised everyone he would NEVER drink! What was wrong with him? Did SHE do this to him? “C’mon in!” Her voice smelt like beer, too. “Thanks.” “Collete!" Brian engulffed me in his oh-so-lovely bear hugs, it felt like…like Brian. “Brian” “Uh, hi!” gosh, why did she have to disturb?! “Oh, right. Sorry, babe, it’s just I haven’t seen Collete in SO long!” I loved how he smiled when I was with him…his voice was like silk, his hair still framed his perfect face, and his eyes enlightened at the sight of…m-me? ! They were kissing?! Right in front of me…well, let them be that way. They weren’t worth it if she knew about my feelings for him. “Uhm, what is this all about?” I demanded. “Oh! We're…kinda dating.” “What?! I mean, cool.” “Yep! BriBri is so amazing!” “So, how did this happen?” “Well, we were at the set of our movie…when he kissed me, it was like we fit like the pieces of a puzzle. He…I-I didn’t know we could connect like that, you know?” “No, I don’t…” “So, Collete, I missed you.” The conversation made it’s way hastily to the living room, a few days later I went back home with, my questions , a promise, and another knife in my back. When would they stop? Would I ever get my chance with Brian? Why did he have breath like that? Were they drunks? They did seem a bit hungover when I came in…ugh! Life. Complicated. Love. A. War.
No Boundaries](along with intro of me)
Before I start my newest and First (yay!) series, I'd like to introduce myself; I am Emily. I laugh too much, I sing too loud, and I joke a LOT. I love my friends and family. I don't care if you like my silly stuff or not, I'm just me...Deal with it. I love my doggies: Gabby and Lana, let's not forget my sweet hymalain: Snickers and I love nerds (yep, you heard me), they are just so cute I wanna squeeze em! Anyways, my passions are art,singing,and what I'm here to do: Write. It doesn't matter what I write, Songs, Poems, Jokes, it's all here in one little website I can call my own (almost). Just sit back, take a quick bathroom break, get your popcorn, whatever...and ride along in the wagon of joy (I know, SO corny). So, for this story we will call the main character...Collete (I've been obsessed with that name ever since I read it in The Series of Unfortunate Events series).
As the bell rang for the final hearing of 'prison' (school), I walked through the halls searching for friends and saying my final goodbyes. As my friends approached I couldn't utter the final words that would be gone with the wind. We hugged. Laughed. Cried. Hugged some more and went our seperate ways toward destiny.
"Hey, Cleo." Brian always called me that when he was depressed. As I stuttered a reply his arms embraced me in a heart warming hug, I wrapped mine around his neck, holding onto this final moment together, feeling the curls that framed his face oh so perfectly.
"Goodbye..." Then and there the tears streamed down my face, a waterfall, an overflown waterfall of tears. No more school, no more seeing each other each day, no more childhood....it was just us and choices from now on. Off we were to live the live long life.
As I reached into the drive, I began to wonder...Brian would call? Wouldn't they all? Were we going to stay in touch? I mean, sure we might venture into our own lives and occasionally forget in all the drama but, still...I entered toward the house to be welcomed with a hearty hello. Mom. Gotta love her.
"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey, mom..."
"What's wrong?" Did mother's have a sixth sense or something? "Well, I have to leave...everything. All I've ever known is Grand Prairie, Texas. How am I supposed to fit in in Hollywood?"
"Oh, it's okay. I'll be there, right in here." She pointed her well manicured nails towards her fragile heart.
"Thanks, momma (it's what I call her, yeah, I'm a wimp). You always know what to say. I gave her a hug and huddled upstairs, absorbing the house, the sounds, the smell, like a sponge. What could I say? All I ever wanted was to get out of small town life...now, I didn't want to leave.
The drive through N.Y. consisted of too many lights, lots of traffic, and idiots unable to detect cars RIGHT in front of them. Great. As I awoke the next morning, the air smelt of gas and gum....whoo hoo? As I strolled through the streets, I stared through the billboards, people, the buildings. Then, I stared at the address written on my hand: 126 Roadmane Ave. I slipped through the sea of people, finally finding the address. I went in, settling my bags, then decided to find something to wear.
I settled for a white tank top, a baggy gray vest, and dark skinny jeans complete with blue converses. I entered the streets eager to job hunt! (mom gave me the money for the apt.) I stopped at a certain building to see a new movie...starring Brian! His dream was always acting(mine was singing AND acting). Then I read closer...it read:
Be Mine Starring: Brian Willconter and Celia Condor
What?! Celia, the popular girl who was drooling over Brian for years (like me) was now doing a movie with him?! As tears stained my cheeks a went to job hunt again. I had been searching for only a few minutes and found a casting audition...it read:
Witch Please! Casting auditions Dec. 19
As the bell rang for the final hearing of 'prison' (school), I walked through the halls searching for friends and saying my final goodbyes. As my friends approached I couldn't utter the final words that would be gone with the wind. We hugged. Laughed. Cried. Hugged some more and went our seperate ways toward destiny.
"Hey, Cleo." Brian always called me that when he was depressed. As I stuttered a reply his arms embraced me in a heart warming hug, I wrapped mine around his neck, holding onto this final moment together, feeling the curls that framed his face oh so perfectly.
"Goodbye..." Then and there the tears streamed down my face, a waterfall, an overflown waterfall of tears. No more school, no more seeing each other each day, no more childhood....it was just us and choices from now on. Off we were to live the live long life
As I reached into the drive, I began to wonder...Brian would call? Wouldn't they all? Were we going to stay in touch? I mean, sure we might venture into our own lives and occasionally forget in all the drama but, still...I entered toward the house to be welcomed with a hearty hello. Mom. Gotta love her.
"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey, mom..."
"What's wrong?" Did mother's have a sixth sense or something? "Well, I have to leave...everything. All I've ever known is Grand Prairie, Texas. How am I supposed to fit in in Hollywood?"
"Oh, it's okay. I'll be there, right in here." She pointed her well manicured nails towards her fragile heart.
"Thanks, momma (it's what I call her, yeah, I'm a wimp). You always know what to say. I gave her a hug and huddled upstairs, absorbing the house, the sounds, the smell, like a sponge. What could I say? All I ever wanted was to get out of small town life...now, I didn't want to leave.
The drive through N.Y. consisted of too many lights, lots of traffic, and idiots unable to detect cars RIGHT in front of them. Great. As I awoke the next morning, the air smelt of gas and gum....whoo hoo? As I strolled through the streets, I stared through the billboards, people, the buildings. Then, I stared at the address written on my hand: 126 Roadmane Ave. I slipped through the sea of people, finally finding the address. I went in, settling my bags, then decided to find something to wear.
I settled for a white tank top, a baggy gray vest, and dark skinny jeans complete with blue converses. I entered the streets eager to job hunt! (mom gave me the money for the apt.) I stopped at a certain building to see a new movie...starring Brian! His dream was always acting(mine was singing AND acting). Then I read closer...it read:
Be Mine Starring: Brian Willconter and Celia Condor
What?! Celia, the popular girl who was drooling over Brian for years (like me) was now doing a movie with him?! As tears stained my cheeks a went to job hunt again. I had been searching for only a few minutes and found a casting audition...it read:
Witch Please! Casting auditions Dec. 19
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