Courtney: *stiffens* uh...I...I think I have to use the bathroom *runs to the dorms* (She's insecure :/)
Triston: I'll preform. Fine by me. -Loud enought for everyone to hear and stands up- I'm Triston Maine. 16. Singing and Acting. I play all stringed instruments. I was born in California, but moved to British for awhile so I have an accent. -Sings Paramore ; That's What You Get- -Sits Back Down-
Headmaster: why? Well this IS a talent camp. You all been chosen so we need to heAr and see what you guys got. And good job hunter!
Courtney: *grabs my guitar I just got and eyes it strangely, the grabs it and practices a song on it while singing* Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess, is that what you want me to do? Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect, like all your little royal subjects do...
Headmaster: -looks at Amanda- your turn. And can someone grab courtney and tell her I need to see her ASAP. Thanks
Sorry I'm not made of sugar, am I not sweet enough for you?...is that why you always avoid me? That must be such an inconvenience to you
I'm just your problem, I'm just your problem its like I'm not even a person am I? I'm just your problem