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Post by lyane russo on Aug 19, 2008 16:57:46 GMT -10
ooc: so i don't exactly know how this works out, cause i'm the first person to make a thread at the tiki hut. but i say, anyone who wants to join in the thread can, the more the merrier. cause we need audience members.  can't forget the clothes
August 19, tuesday night. For one night only, lyane russo at the tiki hut. That's what the posters in lyane's mind read. Unfortunatley, or fortunatley, depending on your view of the subject, there were no flyers,or really any other indicator that she was performing, except for her name scrawled in chalk on a blackboard. Above it, last night's performer's name, Lauren Kennedy. Lyane didnt know her personally, but she was a decent performer. A performed who abondoned her band to come to the acadmey. Not loyal, not exactly a trait she liked in her friends. Maybe becoming friends with her wasn't at the top of her list.
Tonight she had asked parker not to come. Having him around would only make her more nervous. She was already nervous enough as it was, her stomch felt like it had peen tied in thousands of knots, and then somebody had decided to release a whole herd of butterflies. Were there herds of butterflies? She didn't think so. It felt more like a herd of elephants. Parker had accepted that she didn;t want him to come, but he deifnitley wasn't ahppy about her decision. Now she kind of regretted it as well. He was supposed to be her support system, afterall, he was her boyfriend. She waited for people to come in, nobdy had come in yet.
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