I hate you -all-. Espically Jono. I hate him most. And Alison. I hate her too. But not Doug. Can't

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Fine. If I have to be embarassed and play the stupid thing, it'll be public embarassment, that way I can get it done and over with.

One song only. As soon as I get the sheet music printed. Possibly with guitar accompaniment, and I am not sure if it is the electric kind or the not electric kind.

And Doug? I am not doing this unless you sing.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Join us, and together we will rule the galaxy? :)

And do you remember me thinking I couldn't be in music class because I can't carry a tune? Look how much that stopped Alison.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

How did I get talked into this again?

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's always the question. You were probably distracted by the pants at the time.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Throw something at him for me?

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Well, I would, except that I'm colluding, so by your usual rule that'd mean I'd have to throw something at myself too. And that's just silly.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I was hoping that he would throw it back, and then I would get both of you with one thrown object.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I think you misunderstand the nature of the conspiracy here. We're on the same side. :)

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'll be bad at it on purpose just so you'll leave me alone?

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

It's fun being in the band. You'll like it. Besides, I bet Alison can tell when you do that.

No. Conscience is good. :)

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I must be ill. I think I might actually be looking forward to this.

Having a conscience is overrated.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Nah, you're not sick. Crazy, possibly, but you're in good company if so. :)

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I cannot tell if this lump in my stomach is nerves, anticipation or the smell of whatever Jubilee was eating for lunch still lingering in the air.