Last night was the final night we would be in Wellington and now we're all huddled around a table.
I'm eating cold fried rice.
Elliot is watching the football. He's also chanting something that I don't quite understand. Probably something to do with Manchester United.
Honestly I could be wrong I don't even know whose playing.
(Plot Twist (and Shout) he mentioned Liverpool).
Emma is in her phone, eating Coco Pops.
Logan's eating Coco Pops.
And the other four girls are running around packing their bags.
We performed last night and people cheered for me.
Basically at the end I'm the only person on stage and I jump on a basket because I'm so suck of picking it up and the whole audience cheered for me.
And then cheered for me when I came to collect stuff from the stage.
Honestly this weekend has been really great and I don't want to go back home. I don't want it to end.
Oh.
And we shoved Callie in a bag.
And I chased Elliot with some sort of tazer-firelighter thing.
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