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( the pic is our music room, Tina's the one with dark long blue hair, just her hair is brown and shy is the other one, just so ya know!!!)
Tina's POV
Well I'm Tina Blakery (fake last name) and I'm a secret musical artist, I've worked for many famous singers, I work with my besty shy (shy creeper, check her out!) And my work place is mostly sound proof, it is in a secret room in my 2 story house that only me and her know about. Right now we are working on the song 'Shower' by Becky G who came over some days ago. "So what are we doing after this?" Shy asks. "We will be working on editing 'Some Nights' by fun.." ( I double checked, that's their name, fun. With the period!) She sighed. "This will take FOREVER!!!" She said banging her head on the desk with her hands over the notes that we use. "Watch those papers now! We need those to finish this!!" I screamed pointing a finger at her. "You sound like your mom..." She muttered. "Oh hush, you're holding us back, get to work on the ecustistics." (did I spell that right?) We put on our headphones and listened to our latest hit we did, 'I Gotta Feeling' by Black Eyed Peas. We bobbed our head to the beat we had edited and stuffed into the lyrics. "We work sooo much better AND faster listening to music, right Tina?" She raised a brow at me. "Sorry can't hear you! I'm jamming out!" I yelled holding my headphones so they won't fall as I bobbed my head.

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"FINALLY!!" Shy yelled stretching her arms over her spinny chair, almost falling in the process. "*yawn" what time is it shy?" I asked  she looked at her watch with her head back. "It is 2:48. Gosh, I missed me and BEN's gaming time!" She complained. "Sorry bro, you know we had to finish these today. We put it off for too long." I said tiredly with my elbow on the desk with the palm holding my cheek. "Yeah I know, damn we are such procrastinators." Shy laughed. "OK well lets get to bed." I said. "Ya, TO OUR BED ROOMS!!" She screamed. We got to our rooms. When our heads hit the pillow, we were out like a light

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