#festivalstart

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Shawn had been in the middle of a YouNow when his door creaked open, his eyes darting over to acknowledge the person peeking in. "It looks like I have a special guest here for you guys-" He suddenly said, lifting a hand to wave the person over with a grin. "It's the wonderful, one and only..." He began to announce, awaiting for the figure to come into camera view.

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"Honestly, I will never understand how I just refuse to eat when I’m feeling upset. Like, isn’t it supposed to be the opposite? Aren’t I supposed to gorge on pizza and ice cream until I can no longer feel the pain? But no, instead I sit on the tour bus watching everybody else eating whole pizzas by themselves with a side of a gallon of cookie dough ice cream wishing I had the will to eat. Why am I like this?"

“I’m extremely curious with who put this dirty sock in the fridge. This bus smells bad enough already, c’mon.”

“I don’t know what’s worse, the smell of boys who haven’t showered or these beds on the tour bus.”