This probably has nothing to do with the life of me and my musi story…well, I wanted to, but my stupid little musi decided that they wanted this a one shot, so…yeah, either I follow them or have them horribly, horribly, annoy me.
"It's Musi's gone Wild"
Blank page.
Blank page go away.
Blank page go away…NOW!
Damn it, it's not going to work…damn it! Oh well, it's time for me to write total nonsense for a little while just to get a little piece of silence, but….with my mind, that isn't going to work.
Haylie Muse: Lana, can you please tell Cody AND Ted not to annoy me, please?
So that's where I gotten my headache from.
Lana: Cody! Ted!
Cody and Ted enter the room, for some reason handcuffed to each other, and looking like they were about to be murdered or something.
Lana: Can you please stop annoying Haylie, especially when I'm trying to update one of my stories…and that isn't going to go well with my headache that I've gotten.
Cody Muse: Sorry Lanny.
Lana: Since when I'm being called Lanny?
Cody Muse: Since now…and Haylie, can you please get these handcuffs off of me and Ted?
Haylie Muse: You promise not to annoy me?
Cody + Ted Musi: Yes.
Haylie unlocked the handcuffs off of Cody and Ted and the trio left the room, which allowed me to focus on the stupid blank screen that I had to deal with. What story to update? What story to update? I kept on thinking over and over again as I kept on pressing the backspace key over and over…and when I "thought" that I got an idea, it automatically stops in its tracks, and I'm sort of screwed.
There was a light knock on the door—or could be another pounding of a headache, I couldn't figure it out.
Lana: Come in.
And in entered Mickie, carrying a bottle of water and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Mickie Muse: Hey, sorry if I'm disturbing you or anything, but I'd kind of thought that you were trying to update on something, so I'd figured that I should bring you something to eat and drink, you know, just to try and get your brain in motion.
Lana: Awwhee, thank you Micks =D
Mickie left the room after I said that, and taking a cookie and putting it in my mouth, and I'd finally gotten a fluent idea, when my phone started to ring.
Lana: What?
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Lana: Nice to have you still alive, and how did you know my number? I didn't give any of my musi my number.
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Lana: Oh I did not put my number on the Internet.
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Lana: No, and do you wantme to murder you whenever you grace my presence?
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I hung up the phone and started to continue the flowing idea, but when I finally made it to a road block, I'd just decided to take a moment off from my computer, saved my work, shut off my computer and just watched television, eating cookies and drinking water.