#hiheventstart

Right... well, I’ve talked with the folks over at the Magical Menagerie and I can safely say, I’m not at all interested in tending to a pet store. And the folks over at TerrorTours wanted me to talk with them, but I don’t really like the idea of calling creatures “horrifying” or “fear-inducing.”

“it’s much more exciting...” →  open

“too much?” →  open

“Okay question,” Brian started to the person nearest to him, “Do you think I can go get food and come back so that my spot’ll still be here? Or am I going to have to fight off a bunch of people in the crowd...because I’m not really about that life. But what I am is really hungry,” he wondered.

“I will never get indie music.” Kelsey shook her head at the stage. “Why do the musicians all want to look like hobos.” She turned towards the person standing next to her. “And what is with their facial hair choices? I’m just physically repulsed by looking at them. Which I know is shallow coming from a girl who spends so much time tracking dirt, etc. into the castle but that’s a hazard of my career ambitions.” She cringed at the singer again, “Not a personal choice.”

Clara was feeling a rush. She was in close proximity to her favourite band in the entire world, almost close enough to be starstruck by their presence. She was with her friends at the place that truly made her happy. Dancing along to Billywig High, the redhead was lost in the music. Hands in the air, surrounded by sweaty bodies, she had almost forgotten where she was.