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The Disastrous Sunday Matinee- The Outsiders Musical Cast

The Disastrous Sunday Matinee- The Outsiders Musical Cast

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The Outsiders
What would happen if the outsiders fanclub group chat took over the sunday matinee for The Outsiders On Broadway? Chaos? Perfection? Fame? Concussions??? credits (on instagram) @throwinginthettowel (main writer) @theatretripswithskye @outsidersfanclub @thevalancegirl @broadway_outsiders @burnvery @cademayy @deathsatmydoor @dbuggg__ @emmasvalence @runrunbroth3r @jay.shore7 @mikesracetrack @outsidersfan_333 @greasers.fav @sky_cade_xx @sarahgracesversion @justicfortulsa @cherryvalancerahhhhh @notponyboynation @sodapopnation @ponyboyswagger @stay_goldjohnny @thiswarissohopelesstbh @fvalance
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your hair is long slicked back by the grease of hardship you look tuff but you're worn and they know it are you drowning? drowning in the hatred, the grease, the violence against your life your life a fourteen year old life not yet an adult but still not a child war has aged you theres grease on your soul and smoke in your lungs you will never be full again of course not, you're a greaser a greaser who has no money who has no friends who has no love who has no...parents "I don't want to die."- he says you're choked by the tears that sting your acid throat no one wants to die but you gotta you gotta fight for your own you gotta do what you can then return back to the embrace of your brother who holds you as you cry greaser tears to sleep who is also holding back his own tears his tears for his brother whom is already lost "stay gold."- he says gold like the sunset yet you rip rip rip until theres nothing left you could be brandished a hero or die helplessly in front of the street lights flopping like a fish void of water unable to breathe because the one thing you love is gone gone with the wind with your band of brothers you fight you are brothers, brothers by heart brothers by the bruises that permanently line your arms brothers by the ones you've lost bound together like the never ending chain of lies that brought you to this day separated at birth but rejoined in poverty your hair is long slicked back by the grease of hardship you look tuff but you're worn and you know itl

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