He took me. I could tell he was on drugs by the darkness of his eyes. Or maybe it's because he is evil... Ether way, he was crazy." Come one. You need to get ready. Your outfit is in there." The crackhead pointed to a room down the hall. Third one to the right. This guy is phyco! He knew that I prefer right to everything and that my favourite number was 3! What a stalker! I opened the door and a lady stood there. Next to her was an outfit that I was NOT wearing. " Come here love. I won't bite. I'm your makeup artist and am here to get you ready." I could tell she is not from here." I'm not putting that on." I said bravly. " Sorry love but it got to be that way." she sighed. " I'm NOT putting that on!" I yell. " Whao, what is going on in here?" a man around 30 asked. " I'm NOT putting that on." I said through my teeth. " Listen, I'm Nate and trying to be nice so please calm down. Cathy will take care of you." He sighed and left. " Please let me go." I pleaded. "I wish I could." she sighed while getting stickone gems. I am NOT going to fit in. I find it funny that I say not alot. She then pulled something out that I never want to see.

Notes

I fucking hate spell check.