theatrical_muse #5: Child
You've temporarily turned into a child -- what do you do?
Well, stranger things have happened. At least I'm not the middle of some weird musical number - like Hairspray, because somehow, I think Xander would end up being the cross dressing mom. Speaking of Xander, where is he? Because, if I'm a kid? Then he should be too. We can play house and pretend to get married - okay, except, that's gross because Xander is a boy and he's Xander but he can Snoopy dance! I wish he was here.
Ohh, wow. My hair is really red. Moreso than usual. It's practically the color of Elmo on Sesame Street! I wonder if that's on. Hmm. You know, I wonder what there is to do when you're little now. I don't have a clue where my parents are, but I wish they were here because that feels right. It's a scary world for a kid, and I don't want to be alone. But, this is my apartment, the one where I live when I'm all grown-up. My mom and dad won't know where to find me. Why does that make me want to cry?
Okay, you know, nothing says I have to be alone. I'm brave! Just like the Brave Little Toaster! I love that movie. I think I have it on DVD, but when I little - like, in the actual chronological order of things - I had it on tape and watched it until the tape wore out. I liked the toaster and blankie, and the vacuum cleaner kind of scared me. I want to watch it now, but the shelf with the movies is up too high. I wonder if I can do the magicks like this... I better not test that theory by myself. Ohh, but I can invite friends over! I have a phone with numbers and stuff! My phone takes pictures too, and that's just neat! I should take pictures to document the experience - whoa, big words, I would get a lot of points if we were playing Scrabble. Maybe I could find some crayons and color until someone comes over. I hope I have better luck with the yellow one this time around.
Well, stranger things have happened. At least I'm not the middle of some weird musical number - like Hairspray, because somehow, I think Xander would end up being the cross dressing mom. Speaking of Xander, where is he? Because, if I'm a kid? Then he should be too. We can play house and pretend to get married - okay, except, that's gross because Xander is a boy and he's Xander but he can Snoopy dance! I wish he was here.
Ohh, wow. My hair is really red. Moreso than usual. It's practically the color of Elmo on Sesame Street! I wonder if that's on. Hmm. You know, I wonder what there is to do when you're little now. I don't have a clue where my parents are, but I wish they were here because that feels right. It's a scary world for a kid, and I don't want to be alone. But, this is my apartment, the one where I live when I'm all grown-up. My mom and dad won't know where to find me. Why does that make me want to cry?
Okay, you know, nothing says I have to be alone. I'm brave! Just like the Brave Little Toaster! I love that movie. I think I have it on DVD, but when I little - like, in the actual chronological order of things - I had it on tape and watched it until the tape wore out. I liked the toaster and blankie, and the vacuum cleaner kind of scared me. I want to watch it now, but the shelf with the movies is up too high. I wonder if I can do the magicks like this... I better not test that theory by myself. Ohh, but I can invite friends over! I have a phone with numbers and stuff! My phone takes pictures too, and that's just neat! I should take pictures to document the experience - whoa, big words, I would get a lot of points if we were playing Scrabble. Maybe I could find some crayons and color until someone comes over. I hope I have better luck with the yellow one this time around.