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It's over.
And i'm getting sicker every minute.
Musical theatre brings you up,
Then drops you straight on your ass.
When the actors leave the building,
And the last clap leaves the audience's hands,
And the last notes leave the actor's lips
You know it's over.

The sparkling, blue eyes you'll never see again.
The ones that change-- and are always the same amount of gorgeous.

"Thank you, honey."
My parents don't even call me "honey"...
"Thanks, biotch."
"Much better."

.."my fur is all smooth and pat.. RAWR.. I love purring in the chorus"...

Feeling great after a good day.
Writing love letters.
Script changes and readings.

I never will shush.

Almost there

Well, i'm closer to updating regularly.

Only a while ago, I was sitting next to her, innocently.
Now, I love her endlessly.
Don't think I can hear much more of the girl she loves.
That isn't me.
I think I just miss her
But mention of her habits of chocolate and huggles
Just want to drive 2 hours, without my permit
And kiss her.

And he can love whoever he wants
But can he just stop smiling at me
with those sparkling blue eyes
While he's bowing, being fabulous?
Singing the impossible note,
He has to stop making me fall in love with him.
I fix his costumes, and make sure he always has light
I need him to stop tempting me.

It's times like these, I wish I could wolf-whistle. Something funny so he knew I wasn't serious. I think i'm pretty fucking obvious with this shit.

I need to stop loving them. There is no hope.