So what drove Nelly to the amphitheater today, you may ask? She wasn't a performer. She didn't even know how to play a chord on the guitar.
But there she was anyway, sitting down where the audience would be on any performance night, bobbing her head to the tinny music her iPod Touch was blaring out of its (pathetic) speakers instead of keeping her headphones in. Her siblings didn't like it when people blasted music in the cabin since a lot of them liked to play their own instruments -- which she respected. She didn't like it so much when people began to trash her taste in music because 'dubstep's not real music' and 'that's too much autotune and other crap they liked to regularly spew. Who the hell cares if Ke$ha used autotune? She earned more than the whole camp combined, anyway.
Those damned music supremacists. Nelly didn't need them. Nelly didn't need to hang out with them.
Her iPod lay in the seat beside her as she tapped her foot to the beat of some Deadmau5 song, humming to herself alone in the large amphitheater. Did she have no friends? HA. No. She just liked the solitude -- and it got her mind off the hustle and bustle of the infirmary and all the crying kids who seemed to have little to no common sense running in and out. (Seriously. She didn't have a life outside of that place. What the hell?)
You know what being alone meant? Nelly could start dancing for all anyone cared. She had a mean one-two step, buttttt... dancing alone was sorta weird. What if a god was watching? They'd send her straight to hell if she didn't do the macarena right, probably. (Looking at you, Zeus.)
[ooc: tl;dr translation is "my siblings don't like me playing my music so i'm gonna brood alone here and maybe start dancing idk" it's all very disjointed but that's how the girl thinks sometimes]
But there she was anyway, sitting down where the audience would be on any performance night, bobbing her head to the tinny music her iPod Touch was blaring out of its (pathetic) speakers instead of keeping her headphones in. Her siblings didn't like it when people blasted music in the cabin since a lot of them liked to play their own instruments -- which she respected. She didn't like it so much when people began to trash her taste in music because 'dubstep's not real music' and 'that's too much autotune and other crap they liked to regularly spew. Who the hell cares if Ke$ha used autotune? She earned more than the whole camp combined, anyway.
Those damned music supremacists. Nelly didn't need them. Nelly didn't need to hang out with them.
Her iPod lay in the seat beside her as she tapped her foot to the beat of some Deadmau5 song, humming to herself alone in the large amphitheater. Did she have no friends? HA. No. She just liked the solitude -- and it got her mind off the hustle and bustle of the infirmary and all the crying kids who seemed to have little to no common sense running in and out. (Seriously. She didn't have a life outside of that place. What the hell?)
You know what being alone meant? Nelly could start dancing for all anyone cared. She had a mean one-two step, buttttt... dancing alone was sorta weird. What if a god was watching? They'd send her straight to hell if she didn't do the macarena right, probably. (Looking at you, Zeus.)
[ooc: tl;dr translation is "my siblings don't like me playing my music so i'm gonna brood alone here and maybe start dancing idk" it's all very disjointed but that's how the girl thinks sometimes]