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Lights, Camera, Bloopers

“Come on, you got nothing on me!” “You’re right, nothing on you is mine.” Comebacks are things I’m certainly not good at. I’m the one who gets roasted like a chunk o’ meat. “Oh, uh, well… I don’t know…” “Of course you don’t. You never do.” I always stutter. No matter how hard I try. Words aren’t my thing. “First things first, I’m a say all the words inside my head. “I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been.” I love to sing and play instruments. Music is my thing. “What do you think of my drawing?” “It’s ok, I guess.” I always draw random things I see. Scenery, people, items, flowers, anything. No one has the same quirks as another. Everyone is one of a kind. My quirks make my bloopers which make every production come together. -written 2/4/18

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