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Bailey James Pierce. Call me Bailey, sometimes James. Depends on how I feel that day. I'm just a simple guy who makes a living being paid to be someone else and sometimes I sing.

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sukie-cattermole:

I can’t yell at your dog. Tell him to ease up a little if he doesn’t want to join me. 

Fine, fine, whatever you say. I guess we’re both joining you in your run. Unless you don’t want us to.

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cooperremington:

Good thing to blame, I’m in on that one. –Wait, we… didn’t crash a funeral gathering, right? I mean, the atmosphere fits. But why would someone invite me to that? I don’t think I know anyone who died.

Dude... Uh. I think we should bounce because I’m getting bad vibes now. I don’t know anyone who died recently either but maybe we got invited because our smiles light up a room? I .. don’t know. Do you think we’re getting Punk’d?

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ludmillamincov:

“SO are you actually going to help me with these boxes, or are you just going to continue to stare?”

“I can do both if it makes you feel better.”

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hannahbrooksrp:

She let out a sound of disgust, covering her mouth with both  hands. “Thank you for pointing that out…so kind of you to make sure I got the full affect,” she murmured, turning and shaking her head. “Poor man can’t be all there in the head…he probably needs help.”

“Or he lost a bet. It’s the weekend after all. And he looks to be like.. young twenties. You never know.”

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cooperremington:

Really? Everybody around here seems to have a thing for being naked lately. I can’t say that doesn’t sound like a good idea though, I’m sure that would help with the boring atmosphere around here.

I blame summer. The heat goes to our brain and we go a little off.  But then August hits us and we get that summer hang over,  I guess. But that’s no excuse. People have no life anymore. It’s like someone died. Unless we crashed an after funeral gathering. Then I’d feel bad.

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If you’re going to jog up my ass, either join me, or drop back a little. You’re making me tense. 

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sukie-cattermole:

I run with the pace my dog sets, don’t yell at me. Yell at him.

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hannahbrooksrp:

You saw that right? I mean…unless I’m hallucinating…but I’m pretty sure I’m not. That guy was wearing underwear on his head…either that or the worst hat I’ve ever seen in my life.

Bailey doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at the guy. “Pretty sure there is a skidmark in those tighty whities too...”

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cooperremington:

Someone told me this party was supposed to be fun. I mean, it’s great that they think so, but if this is their definition of fun I definitely pity them. I need to get alcohol into my system right now.

The exhibitionist in me just wants to get naked and put some life in to it. It’s dull. Even the music is dull. All they have is beer and that’s not even fun.

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violetannette:

But I don’t even know if I like snow. I hadn’t seen it in person till two years ago. 

Have you ever been snowboarding? Sledding? Ice skating?

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violetannette:

I think I’d go the opposite, somewhere warm. Like, a really nice beach.

Oh, please, Violate. Who can say no to a hot  fire, warm hot coco, the snow falling outside. Just you and the wilderness.

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masonrriley:

She laughed. “Now whenever something embarrassing happens to me, I’ll just remember that it could be worse. I could have a butt blog.” She shrugged. “Maybe that’s true, but you’re still better than lots of people who win those awards.” Honestly, she couldn’t name anyone who’d won a Tony recently, but that wasn’t the point.

“A butt blog isn’t so bad.” He doesn’t mention to her about the gossip blogs and the posts about how when he first started on Broadway, how much of a player he was. But he’s older now, and doesn’t take anyone home anymore. “Better looking, maybe. But I still got work to do. Everyone who works musical theater busts their balls every day just trying to get ahead.”

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masonrriley:

“Is there really a blog about it though?” she asked. “Honestly, I can’t believe you don’t already have one. You’re amazing.”

“There might be,” he chuckles, he doesn’t know if it does exist anymore. “You’re biased, I still have a lot to learn.”

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violetannette:

Vacations always sound incredibly nice. I don’t even know where I’d go. Where would you go?

Norway, Sweden, maybe. If I had the time. I’m a cold weather sort of guy, I guess.

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masonrriley:

“That’s not true. Butts are important. You should love your butt. It’s a nice one.” She felt her cheeks heat up. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d spoken so much about butts. “Then you should have more,” she said, smiling. “You should have whatever you want.”

“I do love my butt! I sit on it.  It’s a good butt, thank you, I agree,” he told her with a grin and a laugh. She was getting flustered and it was amusing in the nicest way. “And someday I will. I’ll relax after I get a Tony.”

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masonrriley:

“I never saw you or your naked little bottom in Spring Awakening, and it’s still one of my biggest regrets,” she laughed. She nodded. “Yeah, and if you love Broadway, you should keep doing it. I’m just saying that you’ll never know whether you like TV unless you try.”

“It was so embarrassing the first few times I did but after a dozen times or so I got used to girls coming up after the show. It’s just an ass, Mase. Nothing special about it,” he tells her but doesn’t tell her about the one time a women was asked to leave over it. “I do. A lot. But like every other person in the entertainment business, I want more.”

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masonrriley:

She shrugged, smiling. “Well you do have a nice butt.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Bailey, it’s hard to do a live performance every night in front of hundreds of people who paid lots of money to see you. Since when have you ever let hard stop you? And you can still sing. Record an album at the same time if you want. You have a million possibilities, and they’re all super cool.”

He laughs, “Don’t stare, it’s rude. Unless you saw me a few years ago when I did Spring Awakening and you saw it on stage, then still,” he waggles a playful finger, “Still rude.” But the idea of recording an album didn’t sit right with him, “Never, hard doesn’t stop me but I don’t think I want to record an album. Broadway rarely makes good stuff on their own. I sing and dance and act. If it’s meant to happen, it will.”

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elisegoddard:

“You can’t? So do you bump into random people in the streets a lot, then?” she asked, raising a curious brow. As soon as she was close enough, she began petting the dog, scratching behind his ears, laughing at how excited he seemed to be getting. “I think I can handle a little dog slobber,” she said with a chuckle. “He’s a beautiful dog,” she commented, “What’s his name?”

“I get lost in my head a lot. And most of the time I’m walking around is late at night so it’s easy to hit people.” Bailey smiles and finds himself sitting on the sidewalk next to his dog as she pet him. Maybe he was starting to finally wind down a little. “Thanks, his name is Riley,” he told her as Riley sat down, but he still wiggled and whined with happiness from every touch from her.