Okay, so Papa totally didn't allow me to go to the sleepover aka rehearsal for the competition. Why the heck is everyone in this house treating me like I'm 12 instead of 21? Geez. Oh well, can't blame them. I'm unemployed a dependent after all.
So, my friend and I were choosing the second song we're gonna sing for the demo. She did a li'l research,
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