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The crowd went wild, screaming and shouting his name. So this is why he's popular. He's amazing at this! Without even realizing what she was doing, Amelia was out of her seat, chearing along with the crowd. Suddenly, the fair-wide PA sounded. Will all the singers please report backstage? Repeat, all singers to backstage. Of course. Just when I had forgotten about how they ghosted me, a reminder is screamed in my face. "Well, whatever. I'm not going to go anywhere if I can't handle a failed audition. Might as well go see who beat me." |
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Marco had made his way down there as well, flirting with a group of buckle bunnies who were surrounding him, he just leaned back on the fence, arms crossed, watching as the women all started fighting over him and he walked off, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. |
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Ok, pause, I love that. I can actually imagine that, and it's amazing 💀🤣⚰ |
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lol he's just like that 🤣 |
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And finally they'll actually meet soon (ish)! 🤣 |
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Amelia stood up, and dragged her feat all the way to the stage. Well, until she got distracted about halfway there. "Ooh, is that shaved ice? And churros? And PIE???? Well, the show wont start for a little bit still sooo....Oh, what'll it hurt!" She ran towards the food stalls (which where halfway across the fair grounds!) faster than others thought possible, nearly running over a three-year-old. "Sorry!" she yelled as she looked back, and yet kept running. She slid into line like a baseball player making it back to home base, almost cutting a old man in a scooter. Almost. She did technically make it before he was fully in line, so it wasn't cutting. It made the old man a bit mad, but when she turned around to offer to pay for his food to repay him, all his anger disapeared. In fact, the old man seemed to look....excited? |
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Marco had been strutting around with his arms around two waists, one a petite blonde, the other a bruenette who was almost his height in three inch boots. He turned his head and saw her, not just any woman, her. The most effortlessly beautiful lady he'd ever seen, and she seemed his age. He dropped his arms immediately, dismissing the two with a wave as he walked towards the girl, a sly smirk on his face as he slid beside her, leaning an arm on the railing. "Pretty boots you have on there, cowgirl." He said, voice low as normal and smooth as bourbon as he complimented her, looking at her outfit before back into her gaze. His piercing blue eyes caught hers, the pair which usually played an effect. |
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K, this will sound really (and I mean REALLY) stupid, but was he talking to Lia? |
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