Room 417, Monday night

[fates_jaye]

Anyone who walks past Jaye and Rose's room is going to hear singing. A lot of it. Bad singing.

And it has nothing to do with Anakin's new single.

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[fates_jaye]

We all live in a yellow submarine...

[fates_jaye]

A yellow submarine...

[fates_jaye]

A yellow submarine...

[fates_jaye]

Laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, Jaye belts out, "WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE! I CAN SING LOUDER THAN YOU!"

[fates_jaye]

We all live in a-

[fates_jaye]

Jaye props herself up on her elbows and looks at the animals on her desk. "There are other lyrics besides 'we all live in a yellow submarine,' you know."

[fates_jaye]

...

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"I'd print out lyrics for you if you could read."

She looks at the monkey, holding his little brass book. Which isn't as dirty as it sounds. "Besides, you look like you're already in the middle of a classic. Is it any good?"

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...

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She sighs. "I'll find out what Oprah recommends. You can start on it after you finish that one."

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Playing Insanity Idol, are we?]

[fates_jaye]

(OOC: Yes. *g*)

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I just laughed so hard I snorted. Painfully.]

[fates_jaye]

((Sorry! Kind of!))