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You know you've thought about it, though.
In the deepest, darkest recesses of your imagination, it's there.
You don't tell anyone your secret thoughts, not even your best friend, but they're there.
At night, when you're going to sleep, you let them out to play. Images of your favorite band boy or girl. Crazy AU scenarios where they are IN YOUR STARBUCKS AND NEED A DOLLAR. SEQUENCE OF CRAZY EVENTS, THEN SEXING.
Whatever.
Your shame. Show me it.
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Basically, I'm the drummer and co-songwriter in a band with three other guys who don't actually have names yet 'cause they're not that important even though their supposed to be my BFFs. Then Pete shows up at one of our shows, signs us 'cause we rock, and sends us off on Warped Tour to promote our suddenly existing album. We party with the other bands (mostly MCR, CS, TAI) and then I'm pretty much everyone's crazy little sister so no one minds me being weird and clingy because they love me for it. Except Nate from CS, 'cause it's my damned fantasy and I need to get some action too. Then we all have wacky adventures and usually some drama, 'cause my mind can't even let the imaginary!me be too happy for too long.
134 words, does that count?
For the most part, though, it's me killing zombies with drumsticks and crowbars, 'cause apparently even in my head I sleep with a crowbar under the mattress.
(This is just one of many, many tangents my little fantasy takes. I don't fantasize about killing zombies all the time, don't worry.)
I have actual tears because this is SO TRUE.