| The world is our stage. |
[Jun. 2nd, 2011|03:36 pm] |
FEATURING→ Olive! (and whoever the hell wants to join in)
RATED→ PG-13 for language
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"Uh huh. See, the paper says stage left, so why is it stage right?" Olive sighed, looking at one of her stage hands and back to the stage at a large piece of the set was in the completely wrong place and she really didn't feel like dealing with petty crap right now when a major production needed to happen and thus far it seemed like nothing was going right at all.
"So, guess I'm NOT picking up my daughter by seven tonight," Olive groaned, throwing her hands up. She wasn't a rude, awful or dictator-esque stage director, but today was pressing on her tight wound nerves. |
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