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fandomhigh2009-04-08 02:07 pm
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Cafeteria [Wednesday, Lunchtime]
It was all Mac's own fault, really.
She'd gone and said that she was avoiding them, so of course, one of those helpful little gremlins came and found her, and bit her. Hard.
So, that would explain why she was standing centre stage on one of the cafeteria tables, addressing the gathered crowds - her screaming, adoring fans - in pink tights, shiny white boots and a little dress with sparkles.
That banana she's holding? That is a microphone, yes.
And she's going to use it.
[So, she thinks she's Hannah Montana. The girl really did have it coming to her for broadcasting everyone else's embarrassment! The cafeteria is open for your boggling and/or lunching needs, obviously.]
She'd gone and said that she was avoiding them, so of course, one of those helpful little gremlins came and found her, and bit her. Hard.
So, that would explain why she was standing centre stage on one of the cafeteria tables, addressing the gathered crowds - her screaming, adoring fans - in pink tights, shiny white boots and a little dress with sparkles.
That banana she's holding? That is a microphone, yes.
And she's going to use it.
[So, she thinks she's Hannah Montana. The girl really did have it coming to her for broadcasting everyone else's embarrassment! The cafeteria is open for your boggling and/or lunching needs, obviously.]

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Later would be another matter.
She nodded happily at Joan, and bounced up to finish off her song, with a few sweet dance moves (they... were not that awesome, really).
And stood there for a moment, basking in the applause. And grinning.