Eingangshalle

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*hierher komme* *mich umschaue* //Irgendwie strange xD// *mich einfach irgendwo hinsetze und Blick andauernd auf der Uhr habe, da ich noch was vorhabe*

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nadann gehts ja *lächel*
*mich nochmal umguck und neidisch Quinn kleid anseh* 

    

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*aus meiner Umkleide komm*
*für die Presse posier*

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*erstmal meinen Mantel an der Gaderobe abgebe
und schließlich in die Theater Hall begebe*

         
                             I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living ...
                      I dreamed that love would never die! I dreamed that God would be forgiving!
                                            Then I was young and unafraid. Dreams were made and used and wasted!
                             There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted!

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*Hineinkomme*
[Was ist das für Musik? ]
//Wow, schön hier.// *mich voll freu* 

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*auch grins*
Nicht soooo doll, aber etwas
*das soooo beton *

 

Hold up, could we all just get real here for a second? I hear that Rachel has a bit of a schnoz. I mean I wouldn't
know because like Medusa I try to avoid eye contact with her. But can we all just stop lying about how there
aren't things we don't want to change about ourselves? I'm sure that Sam has been at the doctor's office and
riffled through pamphlets on mouth reductions. I'll bet Artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's
not really using them anyway. And I'm definitely sure Tina has looked into getting an eye de-slanting. «

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*die anderen seh*
*von santana angesprochen werd*
hey *grinst*
aufgeregt? 

    

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*grinsend die Eingangshalle betrete*
Ich kann es kaum noch erwarten!
*lachend erstmal mich setzten muss
auf einen Stuhl*   

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[Achso Ich änders gleich als call^^]
*herkomm*
*mich umguck*
//Schön groß hier^^//

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*herkomme und grinsend meine haare nach hinten werfe*

  

"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."