[Hello, Barge. Have a video of a little girl's room. There's a lot of purple and white and Disney posters. But it is ABSURDLY NEAT, like something out of a catalog--or like someone else cleans it. It's also huge. There's even a fancy
canopy bed. It's made. You can't see Cissie yet, but she carries the camera over to the VERY NEAT desk and the giant bulletin board over it. Her voice sounds... about ten years too young.]
Okay. So apparently I am a fourth grader. Great. [Can you feel the sarcasm? Have a close up of a report card--with perfect marks--and oh. Awesome. A "perfect attendance" award. And then Cissie turns the camera on a calendar. It's color-coded. There's a different color on every day of the week, and multiple colors on the weekends. Cissie sounds disgusted.]
According to this schedule, I play lacrosse, take ballet, karate and piano lessons, am in the drama club and... chorus? Crap.
[And Cissie turns the camera on herself; she looks INCREDIBLY ANNOYED.] Am I the only one having an extreme case of déjà-vu?
[[Open for SPAM from the Iago-Cissie-Sylar-Coyo household! Any uncles/cousins/neighbors also welcome!]]