His Fantasy
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You have been accepted to join our entertainment program, The Eriksson Performance Arts. Our acting and choir program only accepts the most talented individuals. we take pride in our program and hope you can join us.We offer room and board. please, if you have any questions, reach out to the directors , Linda Eriksson and Micke Eriksson. hope to see you soon.
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Linda & Micke Eriksson
of course, i got accepted..im their son. my mom runs the choir program and my dad runs the acting program. they met during a movie together and have been inlove since then. hopefully it will be better then school. I'm setting my room up in the dorm i got assigned to. i take my notebook out that had my songs i have written but haven't shown anybody. one day, this will become something as a look at the title " His Fantasy."
This story will be a bully type story and maybe be triggering if you got bullied or your getting bullied. its a personal one for me but it will be a great story.
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