[color=ed1c24][h3]Brooklyn Dodger[/h3][/color]

She was listening to music. Why was she listening to music right now? To calm herself? 

For most people, it was a completely justified reaction - [i]normal,[/i] even. Music was a soothing presence for the spirit, and helped put one in the mood to write a paper, have a difficult conversation, keep exercising. Music could allow a person to do anything. But in Brooklyn's case, that was literal. And right now, adding to the length of the wait with the very source of her power...well, it might have been getting her warmed up, but it was [i]not[/i] helping her excitement.
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[i]Party like a rock star
Hit em with the hot bars
Fast like a Nascar lime like my dad's car
I DESERVE A GRAMMY
WILL I FLY AWAYORLANDONMIAMIIDONTHAVE--[/i]

[b][i]CALM DOWN BROOK.[/i][/b][/color]

Sheepishly, she took her finger off the fast forward button, grateful that she had earbuds in.

[color=ed1c24][i]D-Do I go next after scruffy guy?[/i]

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