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002 ; I LOVE PLAY REHEARSAL

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♫ i love play rehearsal ; BE MORE CHILL
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i love play rehearsal, because it's the best!




















there were two things emily lyons loved —cheerleading and drama club.

she never thought of herself as popular, and being in drama club really sealed the deal. she still has popular and had friends, but people thought she was weird for being a drama kid.

she loved the feeling of getting on stage and all the lights on her. she loved having lights on her in general.

but with cheerleading, she had to cheer for lynn loud.

not happening.

that's why she enjoyed drama so much, away from her troubles, away from the bickering, and away from the presence of lynn loud.

but when mrs. potts called the both of the girls in after school, she had a gut feeling that something was up.

"both of you girls are great students in different aspects." mrs. potts began, but can tell she's about to go on a rant that isn't gonna end well.

"but... you both aren't cooperating well in class together. mainly lynn." emily saw lynn roll her eyes at that.

"what are you saying, mrs. potts?" emily asks.

"what i'm trying to say is lynn joins drama club, doing something completely new. and for you emily, you have to help her."

what.

no.

no way.

no fucking way.

both of the girls faces dropped.

"uh, mrs, potts. i love the idea of that, but don't you think lynn isn't the type to act?"

the girl beside her scoffs, "i can do a lot of things, emily." lynn remarks.

"you can't try to act like you like me."

"cause i don't." lynn turns to her, giving her a dirty look. actually emily is pretty sure that's her default face, other when she gives her a snarky smirk.

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