Mason stood in the dingy backstage dressing room, clad only in boxers. Shirts and pants were thrown about the room in a poor attempt to figure out what to wear on stage. He was in the middle of contemplating the pros and cons of a blue shirt when sudden banging came from the door.
“Mase! Hurry the fuck up! We gotta be on stage soon! What’s
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Lovely.
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i loved this. :]
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I've written follow-up chapters, I have two of them done, so I should be posting soon XD
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