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Fangirl's Ode to PanicI'm about to go see Cats for the first time. Well, first profesisonal production. So in honour of this ocassion and in lieu of a big fangirly rant... I present to you: The Fangirl's Ode to Panic.
I'm going nuts. It's not a good thing to see,
A girl my age doing the fangirly 'squee'.
What will I wear? Should I go in a dress?
Would it be inappropriate to add a corset?
I curse aloud at my camera and wonder why
One without a flash I didn't buy...
Could I perhaps steal one that isn't mine?
No, all the household cameras are gone. They see me and hide.
Do I have enough money to make merchandise worthwhile?
Would a shirt fit my boobs? Dare I even try?
The last time I bought a shirt from a travelling production
I stood in front of the mirror contemplating breast reduction.
What if the brochures suck and have very few pictures?
I swear if that old dude is there again I'll give him stitches.*
What if the seats I bought are too far away?
It's not like I can change that this late in the day.
It was automatic allocation when I bought them online
But the map thingy makes me want to commit crimes...
I suppose I could murder the people on the right
And conveniently steal their seats under darkened lights...
Wild fantasies play in the corners of my mind...
Then I shreik, distracted by the rapidly ticking time.
Time to go, to get ready. Aw hell.
Now I'm so agitated I just don't feel well...
*When I saw Chicago an old man kept using the packed lobby as an excuse to poke my behind with a brochure.
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