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Its a Marvelous Sunday, for Parfait. Singing, Rehearsals, Interactions with fans, Song Composing, what could possibly go wrong? (Narrator's POV FOR THIS ONE TEXT)
Parfait's POV:
"Finish your movements", the dance director said. I clearly WAS doing that, and i still AM doing it. God, people can be SO annoying sometimes, even my Boyfriend, Roguefort Cookie who i can't stop thinking about, it just gets me off task sometimes! Especially fans too, some of them are annoyingly but concerning-ly possessive and uhh.... Yea... GODDAMNIT, i cant fucking think of anything right now ISTG!!!!
"Sigh... Okay then!~☆"
So? I just did it. Just as she asked, so that i don't mess up for my WONDERFUL FANS!!! ☆
Man, sometimes Dance Practice and Rehearsals get tiring, as they last for like- 8 hours, THERE IS EVEN NO CLOCK! Plus, i always feel like im being watched by someone every day, but i just think its me, since i am always paranoid, like my friends Rockstar Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, and Black Lemonade Cookie say. I HATE being teased by people!
My dance teacher nodded, approving of what i said and of what i was doing. She said my movements were "graceful", just like how my one true love, Roguefort Cookie says.
30 minutes later- 3:32 PM
im breaking, slowly. If the damn agency finds out i have a boyfriend? Then its over. I hate it. Ive always wanted to be in love. All i have to do is keep secrets. Tears are slowly streaking my face, as i do the same choreography for the 45th time. They dont give a fucking SHIT about my health. I've almost fell and busted my knee. Yet they didnt stop. They only told me to "try again." and i dont know what happened. My vision only went blurry, spotted, then as black as night.