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[Your school is highly confusing to the epic-fantasy nearly-a-prince. He's just wandering around, looking kind of lost. New students, huh?]
[He's also somewhat confused by his green hoodie and jeans. These are not clothes he's used to wearing. They feel heavy and strange - as opposed to his sneakers, which feel far too light. Also, he seems to have dropped about fifteen years of his lifespan. Now, how did that happen?]
[He doesn't know, and in fact it's only an itch in the back of his mind at all. He doesn't really know who he is or why everything feels so weird, but he knows he misses his wife girlfriend, who's back in another world state, and it's weighing heavy on him]
[For some reason, this makes him want to sing]
[Possibly with pyrotechnics]
[So he's somehow wandered into the auditorium, where there is magically a sound system already set up, and without thinking, he finds himself standing behind the mic, singing Three Doors Down wait a minute, what the hell is Three Doors Down and why is he singing about it?]
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same...
[He touches his throat, frowning. He's sure that isn't what his voice normally sounds like]
[Oh, well...]
But all the miles that separate
They disappear now, when I'm dreaming of your face...
[He's also somewhat confused by his green hoodie and jeans. These are not clothes he's used to wearing. They feel heavy and strange - as opposed to his sneakers, which feel far too light. Also, he seems to have dropped about fifteen years of his lifespan. Now, how did that happen?]
[He doesn't know, and in fact it's only an itch in the back of his mind at all. He doesn't really know who he is or why everything feels so weird, but he knows he misses his wife girlfriend, who's back in another world state, and it's weighing heavy on him]
[For some reason, this makes him want to sing]
[Possibly with pyrotechnics]
[So he's somehow wandered into the auditorium, where there is magically a sound system already set up, and without thinking, he finds himself standing behind the mic, singing Three Doors Down wait a minute, what the hell is Three Doors Down and why is he singing about it?]
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same...
[He touches his throat, frowning. He's sure that isn't what his voice normally sounds like]
[Oh, well...]
But all the miles that separate
They disappear now, when I'm dreaming of your face...