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Oh, I'm lucky alright. Especially when I'm around you ;* But yes, he definitely appreciates when he is allowed to play. Though, he's a good sport all the time, anyway, so he deserves it.

I do, I do, and I love it. You’re lucky you have a hot boyfriend in which I don’t mind his observing nor his participation. Hahah, you’re right though, Art is a little harder to convince there.

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You know I'm not about that resistance life. You're lucky I want you all, and that my boyfriend likes to watch/participate when your girlfriend lets him, lol.

I can easily say the same about you. Oh I know, and please, don’t stop yourself from getting grabby. You’re lucky my girlfriend wants you just as much as I do.

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I don't know, girl, you in spandex dancing all sexy? You're lucky my boyfriend doesn't mind me not keeping my hands to myself.

CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU BABESSSS. Nah, you’re gonna give me a run for my money w/ you looking hella hotter in dat spandex ;*.

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CONGRATULATIONS BEHBEH. You'er going to be hella hot in sparkly spandex.

I can’t believe I actually got Mimi, and shout out to my hot girlfriends for getting bitching parts, and also shout out to everyone who got a part. Also holla at my Roger for being hot. Yup, okay, I’m done.

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Les Mis Cast Party.

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Lol, is that your final answer?

Wait…ressing? Yep.

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Tends to me, huh? Dare I ask what type of work you're doing?

I’ma make sure no one else tends to you bb

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Describe yourself on anon and I will say if I'd date you

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Ooooh, I'ma make sure I'm there soon.

Below Level, bae. 

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Ayyyyyyye, where are you working? Let me stalk you.

New job. Ayyyyyyyye.

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No, you're not. You're going to go out there, be a little nervous, do yo thang, and the first time they all react to you you're going to feel this amazing feeling and you're just going to want that for the rest of your life, so you're going to keep doing it. I promise.

Well...shit. And you can't get her to go Monday or next Saturday when you're off?

I don’t know how you do this on a regular basis I’m going to cry. I’m gonna see each individual face looking at me and I’m just gonna freeze up and faowhraoiwrhaowrhawiorh.

I’m pretty sure she’s gonna want to see the show, and I’m pretty sure she still thinks I’m just in the ensemble. So that’s a problem.

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They're going to love you. And if all else fails, just...pretend like they aren't there. Pretend it's just like any other runthrough.

I...Are you sure? She could have, like...a change of heart, or...not see the show or something.

But there aren’t people in the seats in rehearsal.

Terrified. She’s literally going to kill me, unless the parentals step in at exactly the right moment.

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You won'tttt. You're going to be perfect onstage just like you are in rehearsal. I beleaf in u.

Still afraid of the wrath of Starr, I take it?

Yeah, if I don’t throw up onstage. And there’s a pretty big possibility of that. 

Besides, it’s more the post-show part I’m worried about. I think I might be crucified.