[Daria was about to offer an array of rejections to this. A whole ton of them to just signify just how much she didn't want to do this. She bit her cheek, prepping the paragraph. Only then to hear the chunk of the local crowd throw their arms up and cheer for her to play. GO, GO, GO!
She stood for a moment, hating the attention...at first. Being in the public wasn't her strong suit, doing an act in front of public was even less of one. But then, she got a fever. Or so it felt. Her face became pink, and she found herself reaching for the drumsticks. She sighed, knowing she signed her death match.]
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She stood for a moment, hating the attention...at first. Being in the public wasn't her strong suit, doing an act in front of public was even less of one. But then, she got a fever. Or so it felt. Her face became pink, and she found herself reaching for the drumsticks. She sighed, knowing she signed her death match.]
Fine, what do I do?