[Farrah huffs, all dramatics as usual—- but the smile stays where it is. She keeps the notebook tucked to her chest, and almost corrects him. Not a wordsmith. A composer. Cheering goes hand in hand with music, after all. And… she wants to be like him.]
It’s fine. I shouldn’t be over here anyway, like some nerd wallflower
[The last word is sung. We can’t lose all of the curtains magic, after all.]
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It’s fine. I shouldn’t be over here anyway, like some nerd wallflower
[The last word is sung. We can’t lose all of the curtains magic, after all.]