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Trial 2 - 015 Memory report

Record no.5

The first time we meet, he looks messed up, and when I approach closer, it's seen that he's crying, so I joke with tenderness in my hoarse voice — I don't want to see someone pretty like this crying, and I sit there near him, and, maybe, my mere presence can calm him down a little bit — an unknown person. I can't touch, I can't ask, the most that is able to be done — share the pain in silence, solitude, with which the air is filled... The second time we meet, he already looks annoyed, and I can't help but find it funny — no way, so soon? Give me a chance! Actually, he looks messed up every day, every time that we meet. I don't want you to be hurt anymore... Let's talk about the little things, and hang out together, when you have spare time from being beaten up by someone else. I'm sorry, wording it like this makes me nauseous. You must be tired way too much, so rest in my arms when you feel comfortable enough. Cold, cold.  why would you go away ¿ ? . Actually, the first time we met, I immediately continued: But it's not that your appearance is the only thing that catches my attention, it is just the instant thought that came to my mind, to maybe reassure you a bit — because I'm a nice enough person, I don't give much importance to appearance. Why did I approach, then, it's only that, that... I felt lonely, I guess... why would you want to go away don't leave me here don't leave me here don't leave me here_$+??---(&$$_¥£-$$#€¢¥ππ÷{}}}¶=}¶×^|¢×

Record no.6

I wouldn't like to be no more than a marble wall... If you complain about the people close to you yet go back before I even come up with an answer, what is that supposed to mean? I'd prefer a reply. Ahh? You really hate being treated nicely, huh? Oh, no, no. I can't return to the bad habits.  It's the biggest honor for someone to consider me a refuge. I'm sorry I failed. I wanted to save you. It's a pity. You didn't deserve my kindness in the first place. I mean, if I haven't seen you up until then, who's to say you ever existed? Though, when I wake up, it feels a bit lonely still. How was it... No... It's not like I can remember…  The white of the school's fence… It was noisy, and my whole body went cold… I just didn't want to die.  It's a crime to get your life spared when you don't want to live either. 

Record no.7

Am I weird for that?  I wake up and I can't breathe. Are my words off? If merely my indifference can be harmful, I've got no way to live… Anyone can see, those who haven't noticed yet are soon to stop being quiet, and those who have noticed choose to not tell out of politeness. I have no excuses, so don't tell me. I'm tired of excuses, so stop asking me. You must be thinking I'm too superficial, a soft yet cold shell, or maybe you're thinking how to benefit yourself with my existence, or both, I don't know, I don't hear my words nor see my actions — so I can't guess what would be your response, the way you see me.  — I wish you could be in a better place. We were standing in some distant corner of the campus. I was holding his hand in my hands and looking into his eyes that were staring down.  — Me too. Yet we aren't born lucky enough. He probably wanted me to say, at least, “I wish I could take you out of there”. But I can't stand making empty promises anymore; I've lost count of them, I'm unable to bear the disgust. My words are capable of anesthetizing the pain, yet not healing; when the effect wears off, people realize all their bones were broken this whole time, and it's my fault, my fault. I don't hate you. I don't want to hate you. it's not your fault that I’m a weird one; you're an innocent soul that ended up in a way too cruel world. After I get beaten up by my own weeping enough, let me try again. I wake up and I can't breathe.  I don't rebel against the rules. I was always told that lies are bad; I’ve seen the way they get both the liar and those around them into trouble. So I've decided, if I can't say something with utmost confidence, I'd rather stay quiet — I don't want to cause even more pain, anymore. I don't want the other’s pain to be my fault. Even so, holding my hands over his, I take a deep breath; my words, cold and sweet and slightly biting like the taste of mint, are melting into the spring air: I've been as quiet as I could, and never allowed myself to feel hate for you — even so, why, why are you — I wish I could take you out of there. —why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me?

hello everypony!! ^^ i’m back after a day of absence tehe >//< and yes!! the voices are getting louder!! XDDDDpleasekillmeDDDDDDDD

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I don't usually dabble in realism - but this was a gift for someone very meaningful in my life. And some things just deserve to be painted as they are.

With your help, THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS will return to the stage this summer! Check out the Kickstarter pre-launch page and bookmark the project!

The hit horror-comedy musical returns after seven years for a bigger, longer live run. Join Paul, Emma, and the rest of Hatchetfield in a fight for survival as the world around them is transformed into a musical hell!

If funded, the live remount will run this summer (July - August 2025) at the El Portal Theater in Los Angeles, CA. Following that, a digital version of the new performance will be made available at first to rent, then it'll hit YouTube a short time later. The show's Kickstarter campaign starts Saturday, April 26th, so bookmark the project and join us for the horror and jubilation!

This long awaited remount of THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS will be directed by Lauren Lopez. It will star:

Jon Matteson as Paul Matthews

Lauren Lopez as Emma Perkins

Joey Richter as Ted Spankoffski

Corey Dorris as Bill Woodward

Jaime Lyn Beatty as Charlotte Sweetly

Jeff Blim as Mr. Davidson & General MacNamara

Mariah Rose Faith Casillas as Zoey Chambers, Alice Woodward & The Greenpeace Girl

Will Branner as Professor Hidgens

THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS features a book by Nick & Matt Lang, and music & lyrics by Jeff Blim. More info about the remount's creative team to come over the course of the Kickstarter campaign.

WARNING: THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS is intended for mature audiences. It features adult language, adult humor, simulated violence, singing, dancing, and imagery that some audience members may find frightening. Viewer discretion is advised.

VIDEO CREDITS:

Kickstarter Video Director: Nick Lang

Director of Photography: Curt Mega

Production Coordinator: Kim Whalen

Camera Operator: Eric Carroll

Make-Up Artist: Gabriela Vega

Editor: Nick Lang

Promotional Photographer: Paul Gabriel

Logo Designer: Meg Lloyd

Meteor Created by: Matt Lang

KS Video Cast: Jon Matteson, Lauren Lopez, Jeff Blim, Mariah Rose Faith Casillas, Corey Dorris, Joey Richter

Music: Jeff Blim & Matt Dahan

Kickstarter

Coming soon: The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: Reprised!

StarKid's hit horror comedy musical returns to the stage with this show-stopping remount! Rejoice! Your Apotheosis is upon you...

there are only two genders btw. people who are alive and people who are fucking dead

Really cool kickstarter for sculpted textured hair extensions that y'all should check out!! If you don't have textured hair but want to support her, she has other beauty products like hair paint and body butter

trying to get myself back into the art game... and also the Tumblr game

shout out to my mom who got in the car with me thinking i was going to drive her to the store. she didn’t know i had major starkid brainrot

My favorite thing about Shin and Hiyori/Midori’s relationship is how contradictory everything is, specifically with Shin. Both pre-game and during the death game his thoughts are truly all over the place; he is so conflicted and it's so beautiful.

Thinking of Hiyori as a friend while recognizing how fearful he is of him. Trusting Hiyori with knowledge of his life and struggles but not knowing anything about Hiyori himself and CHOOSING not to look deeper. Looking up to him like some sort of anti-hero. Feeling relief at Hiyori's disappearance along with deep sadness at losing his friend. Not knowing if he should look for Hiyori, then admitting that he did everything to find him. Saying that Midori is only an enemy during the death game, trying to pretend as if his part in the game doesn’t effect him and that he’s just an obstacle, but he's truly so STUCK on it, constantly searching for answers through thinly veiled questions and words.

Wearing his scarf, reading the poem book, staring at his portrait, constantly searching. On and on and on

I love life is strange so much 😭😭