Tragedy girl
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"I didnt know you could sing!!" Eleanor exclaimed excitedly. I shuffled awkwardly out of the bathroom and sat on the bench I could just feel my cheeks go pink.
"Uh yeah I uh sing sometimes" i managed to say. Eleanor rolled her green eyes and sat down next to me.
"You know the band needs a new singer. The other one quit because she thought we were irresponsible and her mom doesn't like us" i laughed nervously.
"You irresponsible? No way!" I said sarcastically.
"Come on tragedy girl. Please just come to practise and sing!!"
Eleanor batted her eyelids innocently. I rolled my eyes but agreed to it.
"Yes yes yes thank you!!" She hugged me tightly. "We'll see you tomorrow at Danny's Workshop then. 11 o clock okay?" I nod and lead her to the door.
Damn it Jess!! What have you gotten yourself into!!
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