Jessica: *gets dressed into some high-waisted floral shorts with a strawberry pink colored short sleeve shirt with some wedges and the shirt is tucked in to the shorts and then I text Kirsten and Noelle in a group message* *text kirsten and noelle* Hey! What are you guys wearing today?
Kirsten: Her phone bleeps and she picks it up. Hey, she writes, I'm just wearing my casual stuff, you?
Noelle: She decides to message Kirsten, slightly fizzed off. Is it just me, or are you being bombarded with texts from Jessica? I mean, where was she when I wasn't going bonkers over fashion week?
Michael He steps onto the stage to address the crowd before they perform. "Life is fucking unfair... and there is no God, and there is no Heaven, there is fucking nothing."
Noelle: She checks her diamond encrusted Rolex watch, sucking her teeth at the time. It's a quarter to 4 and I still haven't booked my flight. I think I'm just going to call out sick all week. Coincidentally while fashion week's going on. A lot of people'll be doing it, Dean Lydia won't even notice I'm gone.
Jessica: -is slightly waiting for a text and says- Wonder why Noelle is replying to my text. -gets ready to head to the mall for some New York clothing shopping- -i text Noelle and Kirsten- Going shopping for New York. you guys wanna come?
Noelle: She squints at yet another text from Jessica and rolls her eyes. She begins aggressively pecking away, typing out a reply. As she types, she notices her frappe is completely watered down. This ticks her off even more. No thanks, by the way, I think I may want to travel alone. I'm sure my parents' jet is available.
Michael He takes a swig from his bottle of whiskey whilst he waits for the instrumental intro to end.
*text Noelle* It seems that you always get annoyed with me. I'm not liking that too much. So please let me know what the deal is because whatever your doing is making me sort of wonder.
Kirsten: She turns her phone off, then gets in her Volkswagen Beetle and drives to the Mall, as she needs a new pair of Converse.
Noelle: Then don't talk to me anymore, simple. Actually, I'd ask that you please don't. (No hard feelings out of character. )
Michael He untangles his microphone as he walks across the stage. Why do we fall? Why do we fall? Satisfy, satisfy, satisfy (x6) Why do we fight for the air? Because we already own it Joseph (x4) This is just an example trample everything, everything (x4) Why do we fight for the air? Because we already own it Joseph (x4) Teach the world to dance and then they'll sing Now I'm two times off the man they said I'd be Why do we fight for the air? Because we already own it Joseph (x5)