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Rescued By My Tv Heroes

I have been chained to this movie set for days. By the time the stars come back to start the season I will be lying in a dehydrated puddle of death. I dread how my corpse will smell. It is dark back here too, and depressing. Wait a second! I hear Gwen’s laugh. Flat out and loud. I struggle for her to hear me. But I cannot move. The gag allows me no sound. Blake’s voice is next. He says something that makes Gwen laugh even more loudly! I attempt to move the chair up and down but it does not move. The chair and I are both bolted to the floor of back stage. “Hey Blake!” Dang! It is John Legend. I scream with delight. Except silently. Damn! Next I hear Kelly. No one can mistake that peal of laughter. Ryan. Where is Ryan? Surely he will come back stage right? No Ryan. Just when I give up hope I hear a water gun battle. Come back here! Come back here! Come back here! I scream. Silently of course. I have been gagged well. Two seconds later Kelly falls over my chair. “Hey!” There’s a mannequin tied to this chair!” she yells. I try to speak. Nothing comes out. John is the next to arrive. “Let’s sit on it and get our pictures taken, he suggests.” Luckily they do it, and discover I am not a mannequin.

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