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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oppan Gangnam style Eh Sexy Lady Oppan Gangnam style Eh Sexy Lady Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Swinging our bodies to the peppy tune, we glided through the army of witches that came out from both ends and in no time, all of those bitches were stuck to the deadly Super Glue and melting their way to noiseless but painful death. Nyssa’s special glue worked wonders on these evil Power Puff Girls. But wait a sec. Weren’t they every girl’s favourite cartoon characters ? Ughh. Never mind.

The audience cheered along with us as the song was upbeat than those previous ones, 🎶Now there's only one thing left for me to do, Slip on my favourite dress and sky high leather boots Check the mirror one last time And kissed the past goodbye What I’m really needing now Is a double shot of crown Chase that disco ball around ‘Til I don't remember Go until they cut me off Wanna get a little lost in the noise,in the lights Hey Bartender pour’em hot tonight Till the party and the music and the truth collide Bring it ‘til his memory fades away Hey Bartender 🎶 *****

I didn’t want a makeup artist doing my makeup today. Heaving a sigh, I forced a smile and left the room. As I approached one of the halls downstairs, loud music echoed toward me. It was Rihanna’s All the Single Ladies playing. So cliché, yet refreshing. Opening the door, the once-drowned music became crisp and clear, filling my ears the same way ladies filled the room. Pink and white ribbons hung everywhere, balloons clung to the ceiling, and the space looked like a slice of Barbie world. Women sat on couches, stood at the bar, or danced freely.

My fiancé is extremely jealous. That thought alone is enough to make me breathless, flushed. In an effort to appear normal in public, I tear my eyes off Locke and look around the party, thrilled to see that everyone is having a good time. The DJ is playing Muse, the orange and purple lighting playing off the tress makes the space appear to be an enchanted forest. Several of the employees are participating in the crime scene, making notes on their clipboards with predictably nerdy expressions. In the far corner of the hall, there is a fortune-teller doling out predictions. Authentic food stands advertise carnival food. People are dancing beneath the black light candelabra, glasses of rum punc

If I was in any way shape or form feeling down- this song changed my mood completely. The music is loud but out of nowhere we all scream "Everybody get on the floor." at the same time. Lizzie and Stephanie get pulled away by random guys and before I could protest I too get pulled away. "You're sexy as fuck." The kid whispers to me and I try to ignore his comment and pretend to be comfortable and keep dancing. Rock it, Don't stop it. I turn to Justin and the rest of the guys and the nameless girls. None of them were looking at us.

He wears a huge frown on his face and I can’t help but laugh inwardly at his reaction. I tilt the monster trucks and inspect the tutus. One is a bright pink color with a lot of volume to the tutu. The other one is a sparkly purple that shimmers under the kitchen lights. I pluck the tutus off the monster trucks and hand them back to Noah. He takes them and runs off down the hallway.

“Code.” “Vixen 79XB,” I say, my voice catching against the bass that seeps through the walls. My sweaty hand clamps together. The other guard grins, pushing the door wide. Music crashes over me—pounding drums, sharp synths, and a hundred overlapping voices. “Welcome,” he says, “to Fantasy Hell.”

It went like this. I’m a Barbie girl Bitching in this world I have rabies Got it from cammy I have plastic boobs That almost touch my shoes Alex is awesome And got everything natural Chorus Come on Barbie lets go party I ‘m a Barbie girl Bitching in this world Dip myself in make-up To hide up all the pimples You can’t brush my hair Cuz’ it would fall out anywhere I wear weave And I am very ugly. By the end of the song I was laughing very hard. All the cheerleaders were glaring at me and the guys were laughing. Except for Cameron A.K.A Cammy. I pointed to them and laughed again.

The girl flinches, quickly pulling the dress back up, her cheeks red with shame as she hurries out the side door. I settle deeper into the cushions, letting the low rhythm of the soft music that my darling twin sister thinks will set the mood wash over me. To my misery, it doesn’t work. Neither does the dim blue lighting washing over the walls, or the shine off the tiles, or the endless line of girls parading themselves like cattle waiting to be picked while I lounge back on the couch, bored out of my mind. “Next,” I say again to the blonde girl that had been next in line.

Roll joints bigger than king Kong's fingers And smoke them hoes down 'til stingers You a class clown and if I skip for the day I'm with your bitch smoking grade A You know what It's like I'm seventeen again Peach fuzz on my face Lookin', on the case Tryna find a hella taste Oh my God, I'm on the chase, Chevy It's gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it Dippin' away, time keeps slippin' away Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay Trippin' like I'm drippin' in paint Up front, four blunts, like, 'Nathy put the weed in a J'.." The crowd went wild singing. "So what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed, we're just having fun. We don't care who sees..so what we go out, that's how it's supposed to be..