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"You're rambling. ." He noted, taking a step closer. "Cat got your tounge?" |
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"I....Wha.....UGH!!!!" Amelia clenched her fists. Just then, the loudspeakers sounded again. Singer Amelia Cyan, report to back stage! Final call, Amelia Cyan to Backstage. "Wait, what? But....I was...." |
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Marco chuckled at her rage, seeing her reaction and also another girl he was with earlier. "'Till we meet again, Ms. Cyan." He mused smoothly, walking off with other woman. |
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Amelia just stared as he walked off. What a strange man. Kinda cute though...Ack! No! I do NOT think he's cute! I'm pretty sure that was his girlfriend anyway...Probably for the best. She wolfed down the rest of her food and sprinted to backstage. "I'm here! I'm here. I didn't get an acceptance letter though..." "We sent it to you. Now go get changed. Your room is the forth door on the left. Hair and Makeup will be there in 10," said a woman, who apeared to be the backstage manager. Amelia ran to get ready. |
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Marco rushed back to his truck, slipping into a different pair of chaps for his next round, heading to the chutes. |
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Whoo. Okay. I can do this. My first live preformance. But this is what I've dreamed of! I've got this. Amelia was very nervous. As the people tried to fix her hair and makup, Lia had to psych herself up for her preformance. "Ms Cyan to left wing." Amelia stood up, brushed off her outfit, and walked out of her room. Her outfit was a simple two piece with a short skirt, cropped sleevless shirt, high boots that came up to her knees, and a baggy sweatshirt. She breathed heavily as she waited for her cue to walk onto stage. |
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Marco waited in the chutes, fidgeting with the fringe of his chaps as Maneater was loaded into his chute once more, snorting as he awaited Marco. |
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Amelia took the stage and started singing a original pop song. It was ubeat, and energetic, and a total earworm. Everyone was dancing along! The song played through the loudspeakers, so the whole faire could hear. |
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Marco heard her voice sing through the buzz of the fair like a bird sang at dawn out on his ranch, signifying the start of yet another day. He perked up at her tone, not realizing the announced had started the timer for his time left to get ready and on his bull before he was disqualified. He rushed on, everything a blur as he tightened everything and such, giving them the nod as Maneater snorted, charging out of the chute and giving everything he had to Marco. The man got launched off, landing on his neck. |
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The crowd roared, applauding till their hands were red. When it quited down a bit, she started her second song. This one was a cover of a popular song from the second season of a popular show. It was a new song, so she thought it would be perfect for her new preforming abilities. Once again, the song rang out through the loudspeaker. Amelia felt as if she was truly were she belonged, right there, on a stage, preforming for tons of people. |
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