May 19
"Oh, that's real nice, Eric! WHY WOULD YA DO THAT?"
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"Oh, that's real nice, Eric! WHY WOULD YA DO THAT?"
. . .
It seems like someone heard that critic's comment, despite not currently being on stage.
Even if the fact that Tenna had defended her made her feel a little better, the current feelings she was experiencing overcame the positive ones, standing still behind the door to the stage like a deer in headlights.
Her head hung down low, fists balling for a moment, only for tears to silently drip down her cheeks. For a moment, a small sob escaped her lips, only for silence to follow.
Then, suddenly, she turned back, sprinting away to the nearest changing room with the sound of her footsteps slowly growing more faint as the seconds passed.
They hated her. They hated her. She knew she was never made for this. For showbiz. She never was comfortable having eyes on her.
Too horny to care about being manipulated.
Too dumb and hard headed to be manipulated to full effect.
"...Freakin' teens. So glad i mellowed out as i got older." Only slightly mellowed honestly.
She’s trying so hard to capture this peculiar human tradition in drawing. But it’s very very hard when she’s using the back of Redbean’s head as a drawing surface and also she is trying not to fall off his back. Science is hard. So, so hard.
FERRETS!!!
PERFECT, GRACEFUL ANIMALS!
...Oh man, I knew Peepers had a thing for Hater!
"I don't need a meme to tell me I'm cute! I already know it! (A little reminder never hurts now an' then, though!)"