(One). The Next Morning [Voice]
[Sounds of sheets being ruffled, grunts of someone who would obviously love to go back to sleep. The air is charged with sounds of the street, and maybe a lone bird sings in a window nearby. A hand moves over the laptop, almost knocking it over the edge of the bed]--Myyyyyy head--[A long, loud sigh, and then the sleepyhead Euterpe sits on her bed, hair obviously a mess and feeling like she had just crawled from under a 16-wheeler with her hands tied to her back. Her voice alone is evidence enough of this]
Alright, alright, who was the inconsiderate fuck that knocked me out with a lyr--[She probably just opened her eyes, only to realize that OH SHI- she's not wherever she was last night]
Oh.
[Next she sounds quiet, or at least quiet for someone that is actually ridiculously out of direction.] I either ended up drinking a little more than expected, or Grandaddy dearest got me with my hands on my pants. [A chuckle, and then feedback as she starts messing with the laptop.]
He-llo~? I'm looking for some Muses, y'know? Pretty party girls with a predisposition to sing a la High School Musical when everybody is watching.
[A beat.]
I could also use some clothes...
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Alright, alright, who was the inconsiderate fuck that knocked me out with a lyr--[She probably just opened her eyes, only to realize that OH SHI- she's not wherever she was last night]
Oh.
[Next she sounds quiet, or at least quiet for someone that is actually ridiculously out of direction.] I either ended up drinking a little more than expected, or Grandaddy dearest got me with my hands on my pants. [A chuckle, and then feedback as she starts messing with the laptop.]
He-llo~? I'm looking for some Muses, y'know? Pretty party girls with a predisposition to sing a la High School Musical when everybody is watching.
[A beat.]
I could also use some clothes...
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