Thursday stuck
One hundred words o being stuck inside, if you please.
Darren's turn
"Seriously, do you *have* to practice in the bathroom, Darren?"
"At the rate he's going we'll get Broadway, off-Broadway, and West End by the end of the week."
"Where the hell is the sun when you need it?"
Despite the complaints from outside, the thespian simply cleared his throat, letting the sound reverberate in the bathroom. "No pain could be deeper----" he sang
"Aw, you're not auditioning for the Beast now, are you?"
"Warn me next time Darren gets cabin fever."
"Have mercy!"
Darren sang on. "No life could be cheaper. No point any more, if I can't love her----"
Darren's turn
"Seriously, do you *have* to practice in the bathroom, Darren?"
"At the rate he's going we'll get Broadway, off-Broadway, and West End by the end of the week."
"Where the hell is the sun when you need it?"
Despite the complaints from outside, the thespian simply cleared his throat, letting the sound reverberate in the bathroom. "No pain could be deeper----" he sang
"Aw, you're not auditioning for the Beast now, are you?"
"Warn me next time Darren gets cabin fever."
"Have mercy!"
Darren sang on. "No life could be cheaper. No point any more, if I can't love her----"