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i ᴆon'τ кnow wнaτ's worτн ғiɢнτinɢ ғor
or why i нave τo scream
i ᴆon'τ кnow wнy i insτiɢaτe
and say wнaτ i ᴆon'τ mean
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The dimly lit hum of the sewing machine filled the dimly lit back room of the small shop. To Jane, formerly known as Jay Jackman, it sounded more like a sweet lullaby and a few times she had to resist the urge to leave for the night and finish in the morning. Every time the thought crossed her mind she would take a long swig of her Dr. Pepper,get up and shake herself out to get blood flowing to her head again. She was working on an order of thirty blue tutus for a local high school's Dance performance costumes. The job was incredibly boring and repetitive, not her favorite facet of costuming. She loved sewing, but simple pieces like this offered no creative challenge or opportunity for creative expression. The process was robotic; the only thought required twas to count how many she had left to create and which sizes to create them in.

Before the hour was over she had successfully finished her task. With a yawn she picked up the last tutu and dropped it in a cardboard box by her worktable, holding her logo and name. This box would go to the woman who made the order a few days ago. She would be picking up her order around noon tomorrow, or rather, Jane noted glancing at the clock on the wall, noon today.

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i ᴆon'τ кnow нow i ɢoτ τнis way
i кnow iτ's noτ aʟʟ riɢнτ
cʟuτcнinɢ my cure
i τiɢнτʟy ʟocк τнe door
and τry τo caτcн my breaτн aɢain

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«ЃЋёў ӓґҾӣ'τ ӃҼαӀ, Ϊ Ҕέӑґð ȳӫú ϛαӰ,»
«βυτ їη Ѫψ ҔҾӑґϯ ίς ϖңϑชӭ ϯӴεϔ'Іλ ϩϯαϓ.»
«Ӑחð αš £¤ñϑ āς ϯθ ЃҔέ ðґӭӓѪ Ϊ ЯҾšίϛϯ,»
«ϯЋёϓ ϖїІλ їח Ѫψ Μίñð ҒѲЯҼΛΕӃ έxїšϯ.»

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You see { they } always r e m e m b e r .
They never forget a face.
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WHOA! Really, this many kids are trying out for Glee? was one first thought as I walked into the room where auditions were beingt sure of what to sing. But it was a tie between Headlock by Imogen Heap and Between Breaths by Blaqk Audio. I was never sure what to sing, even if I am in the shower.

BUT THERE I WAS just sitting minding my own business, next thing I know kids are covered in paint, several people are there now. Like, holy cow where had I been veryone, not quite sure of anything any more. I simply just stared at everyone. People left, that were covered in paint. "Hey man, what happened here?" I asked, more simply to myself more than anyone else. I figured it was all because of the stress from auditions. Who knew? I was almost done, to walk out and be done. But Glee may have been the only thing to wind me down. I carried more stress than needed, and on top of that I don't handle stress well.

I KINDA JUST wanted to leave at this point, this was not the drama I wanted to deal with. Too bad I was towards the end of the audition list, but man what elsrom the staring people. It was also the influence of everything I had done. If I could, I would go the whole way of Glee to not talk to people, but only sing and listen to the music.

HAVING William Control sing in your ears works wonders. Especially when you want to escape this "fxcking hell" as he says. No I don't relate, but heysized tank top in order to expose the blue skirt that I wore today. I scooted away from the paint, and took a seat again. The paint was starting to really annoy me, something needed to be done about it. Everything was pulling at my nerves right now. The possibility of people staring, the possibility of getting covered in paint, and the possibility of not getting into Glee. I guess even if I didn't get into Glee I could fall back on art, but I wanted this. I wanted Glee to help me escape. So I just waited at this moment for my turn for auditions to come up.

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darkangel4e

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