She just sat there, twiddling her thumbs. How long had she been in here? Probably a while. Poor girl was beginning to die of boredom. Just sitting and staring. It wasn't much fun, let her tell you that much. Aera sighed quietly, then sunk into her seat in Auditorium even more, sheet of paper in front of her on the a binder that rest against her knees. Must have had something important on it. Naw, not really. Just had tons of numbers to count down the time she had in here. Right now it said '50'. Which meant 50 minutes was left.
Great. A while longer in dreadsville. She had told herself she was going to sit still for a while, relax, and finish her song.
Now, what was our dear Aera doing today? Rather, wearing? Nothing more than a pair of blue jeans with different paint splatters of hot pink and lime green at the bottom. The knees were faded and had a bit of a hole in them. Her belt? Oh, the famous lime green plastic belt. It was her favorite. And these were her favorite pants. Now the shirt. The shirt was a tight black tee which read 'CRAP.' on it. Another favorite. Her arms were decorated with many different bracelets you could just sit and read the phrases.
She swallowed hard, biting down on her bottom lip and staring at the clock above, then the paper in front of her and actually began to write, her writing was of intricate style. Not fancy, but not illegible either. It was just there. She had began to write a song, apparently one she had come up with.
Ahhh. How much longer? Dear old Aera held up her vision to see the clock once more. Man, couldn't time speed up? She ran a hand through her black bangs which then fell right back into her eyes that seemed to be lost in her own paper. For once she was concentrating.
49 minutes. 49. She quickly marked out 50 and wrote 49.
Then got back to her song she had began writing;
'I think we have. Created the new trend. The trend of heartbreaking romantics. So jump on out bandwagon of suave con artists. Pack your suitcases and tape up your hearts. We catch them and arrest them. And we accuse them of. Of being fake little liars. And get ready for the trials. Because we've created the new trend.'
What else could she add?
Huh.
.WE. have created a {{NEW}} --.t r e n d.--, OPEN TO WHOMEVER POSTS FIRST
