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[i_r_playmaker]

So Jase took the baby yesterday. *frowns* I miss her. I miss waking up in the middle of the night. But I'm glad I got at least two hours of sleep after they left.

Ed didn't stop by. Thank God... Luke did. We're going out tonight. So... hopefully nothing bad will happen after the whole beauty parlor thing.

Ryan, Sharpay, you might want to change your

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[drame_king]

You -- CHANGED THE MUSICAL???

[i_r_playmaker]

So?

[drame_king]

Do you have any fucking idea how long I spent working on that damn dance, Kelsi?

[i_r_playmaker]

Sorry, Ryan. I just didn't like the way it was written.

[drame_king]

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD'VE FUCKING TOLD ME BEFORE I PUT IN AN ENTIRE WEEKEND?!

[i_r_playmaker]

Well, you shouldn't put an entire week into it!

[drame_king]

What the hell, Kelsi! You know very well that Sharpay and I start working months in advance.

[i_r_playmaker]

So you lost a week! Get over it, Ryan!

[drame_king]

YOU'D BE PISSED TOO IF YOU WERE ME!

[i_r_playmaker]

GET OVER IT!

[drame_king]

Wait until Sharpay reads this fucking entry. She's going to go off on you even more than I did. It won't be pretty.

[i_r_playmaker]

I don't care anymore.

[drame_king]

You don't care? If you don't care then why don't you let Darbus pick the fucking musical this time instead of writing it and rewriting it. Because if you keep on rewriting it then you can just count me out.

[i_r_playmaker]

Oh shut up, Ryan! You and Sharpay changed my musical last time. Its just some changes to the songs and a little bit to the script. Some are bigger than others.

[drame_king]

It was just one song! And we kept in all of the words!

[i_r_playmaker]

Two. Bot to the Top.