How To Do Everything Wrong: The Musical

How To Do Everything Wrong: The Musical

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How does one describe the typical theater geek? Well, you have the obvious traits; They can change clothes quickly, they can quote A LOT of musicals... A LOT, they complain about how "Hamilton" tickets ARE SO HARD TO GET, SERIOUSLY, WHY ARE THEY SO EXPENSIVE, ITS LIKE LIN MANUEL MIRANDA WANTS TO TORTURE US OR SOMETHING, HONESTLY I DO- *takes deep breaths* Sorry... I sort of lost my chill there... ANYWAYS, you get the point! My name is Fizzy Rustin, and you are about to read the story of how my life went from: Mildly strange, To: A SHIT TON OF STRANGE, in about 2 seconds. One minute, its 2016, and the next its the 1880's. Don't ask me, I literally have no idea. Be warned, the story I'm about to tell you contains pissed off Prima Donnas, Salty af Phantoms, and a WHOLE LOT OF FANGIRLING. Enjoy the show. A/N- Wait, is that what Y'all say? Oh well! This is my first fanfic, or story in general, so please be patient with me. Im literally so new to this. Its a little bit ridiculous how clueless I am right now. I don't own any of the characters or music in TPOTO, I only own Fizzy and the strangeness that comes with her.
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You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

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