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21 [Video] Forwarded to morning.
Apr. 17th, 2011 12:08 am[There is a crash as a stack of sheet music slams into the wall -- it flutters to the floor, spreading all over the place as Rachel tosses another sheaf of it over her shoulder, going through a box on her bed. The room, over all, is a disaster -- clothes are in a pile, boxes in a mess -- but what's most different is the way Rachel is dressed.
Gone are the animal sweaters, colored tights, and plaid skirts. No, Rachel is dressed in a loose blue shirt, jeans, heels -- her hair is in loose curls, and that gold star necklace that she wears absolutely everywhere? It, too, is on the ground.
Finally, Rachel seems to find what she is looking for, and she holds up the sheet music with something of a cocky smile, and she looks at the PCD from underneath her eyelashes.
Why, yes, she knew it was recording. A star must always be ready, after all.]
Jesse!
[It's full of warmth, even a certain flirtatious coyness.]
I require an opinion, if you would oblige me.
Gone are the animal sweaters, colored tights, and plaid skirts. No, Rachel is dressed in a loose blue shirt, jeans, heels -- her hair is in loose curls, and that gold star necklace that she wears absolutely everywhere? It, too, is on the ground.
Finally, Rachel seems to find what she is looking for, and she holds up the sheet music with something of a cocky smile, and she looks at the PCD from underneath her eyelashes.
Why, yes, she knew it was recording. A star must always be ready, after all.]
Jesse!
[It's full of warmth, even a certain flirtatious coyness.]
I require an opinion, if you would oblige me.
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