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Stage FrightAll the world's a stage But when you're standing there, without a script, Sometimes the stage fright sets in You find yourself dry and hot in the spotlight, wishing for just sip of peace Your feet aren't sure whether to stay still or to dance The eyes wander around and widen like a deer in headlights Your breathing quickens and you manage a note Soon a small tune creaks out, gaining confidence and volume To crescendo into a bold, sweeping melody And heads snap Suddenly eyes are flashing in the darkness staring at you Laughs dance in the audience Curses and sympathetic whiStage Fright
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- Current Residence: Florida
- Interests: Music, Writing, Art, Graphic Design, Photography
- Favourite movie: The Titanic
- Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance, Muse, Thriving Ivory, Fall Out Boy, Boys Like Girls
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Vincen Van Gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Rice, Stephanie Meyer, Emily Bronte, Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare
- Favourite photographer: Julia Margeret Cameron
- Favourite style of art: Renaissance
- Operating System: Win/Vista 64-bit
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Video
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii, PS3, Xbox
- Favourite cartoon character: Athrun Zala
- Personal Quote: "Tacks. Everywhere."
- Tools of the Trade: A Keyboard, my sheer brilliance, and some pixie dust
- Email: staticdestiny@gmail.com
- AIM: Baccol
- Skype: StaticDestiny
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The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
-Panic At The Disco
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The pen may be mightier than the sword, but when was the last time you saw anyone get dismembered by a pen?
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The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
-Panic At The Disco
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