Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-3991308-20180204163711/@comment-34404547-20180210041629

Murch rolls her eyes. "Haha. I don't sing. But if there were a theatrical piece about me, it would be closed within... I'm giving it about two weeks? If it ever goes into production at all."

"But just for kicks, I'd be yelling EVERYTHING IS PAIN right in the middle... wait, no."

Murchenne leans over into her bag and shuffles through her notebooks. "I think I have some things here," she mutters. She brings out a notebook, with ripped leafs of paper sticking out of it, and a lot of scribbles going on.

"I write poetry in my spare time. If there's ever going to be a musical about me, you bet I'm gonna be writing it. It could just be a play, you know, since I don't sing." She pores over her notes. And my, are there a lot of notes. "We can use this one poem I wrote about all the track and field trophies my dad keeps at home. And this once about my mom's cooking. But for the climax of the musical, I'm picturing me in a hospital bed, my face swollen as I monologue... or is a soliloquy more appropriate?"

Murch stops at a page. "Oh this one's good. I live, breathe and eat sports... and a bit of dust too. That's a clever one, I like it. My new favorite line. And yeah, I know I wrote it."

"Onto the question!"

"Quick, there's a major sale at your favorite shopping center. Which store do you go to first? Remember, there are other people at the centre, so lines pile up fast and stocks disappear just as quick."