(A/N: Amy/Jenna, if you're still reading this, which I hope you are, I got
cassie to play! She was laughing the whole time, and plans on playing
again! ^_^)
Oh my god, an SAT,
Way to warn me, mom.
She gave me three days' prior heads-up,
I thought that was dumb.
I wanted bad to play my fill,
She said 'maybe you can.
We won't be far from the arcade,
Afterwards, we'll see, understand?'
My god, SATs are boring,
They waste hours of the day.
I spent the minutes in-between
Sections wishing to play.
It kept me going, I focused, and finished,
Seeing my reward at the end.
Section after section, I did my part,
Waiting for my godsend.
After the test, I sat in the car,
Waiting to reach the mall.
I fairly skipped into the place,
Hearing that familiar call.
I had to wait for some newbies to quit,
But that was perfectly fine.
I'd get my dues in just due time,
Patience is a strength of mine.
I stepped up on the dancing stage,
As the announcer welcomed me in,
I spoke briefly with who was working today,
And I chose my song to begin.
Wild rush, my wake-up call,
On trick I stand today,
It weaves me into my rhythmic pace,
And sends me on my way.
It goes from slow to pounding fast,
My heart skips again and again
As the pace speeds up gradually,
And prepares me for the second in.
That song is always where I start,
Two through four are nice,
But number five is always my
Aggressive, daring choice.
Super star on maniac,
Thanks for the urging, Chris.
It inspires me to go further up,
And further beyond this.
It's actually not that hard for me,
I don't really get why,
When I was told it was the harder,
Of maniacs players try.
I slip in coins for one more game,
I get too daring and fail,
Starting out with B4U
On maniac, my feet trail.
I start again, and choose my limits,
And play again to full.
My heart's a-soaring, I crank up the fan,
And give in to the pull.
Eventually, I sate my passion,
But only for today.
I gulp water and air and take my steps,
As I go forth on my way.
Oh my god, an SAT,
Way to warn me, mom.
She gave me three days' prior heads-up,
I thought that was dumb.
I wanted bad to play my fill,
She said 'maybe you can.
We won't be far from the arcade,
Afterwards, we'll see, understand?'
My god, SATs are boring,
They waste hours of the day.
I spent the minutes in-between
Sections wishing to play.
It kept me going, I focused, and finished,
Seeing my reward at the end.
Section after section, I did my part,
Waiting for my godsend.
After the test, I sat in the car,
Waiting to reach the mall.
I fairly skipped into the place,
Hearing that familiar call.
I had to wait for some newbies to quit,
But that was perfectly fine.
I'd get my dues in just due time,
Patience is a strength of mine.
I stepped up on the dancing stage,
As the announcer welcomed me in,
I spoke briefly with who was working today,
And I chose my song to begin.
Wild rush, my wake-up call,
On trick I stand today,
It weaves me into my rhythmic pace,
And sends me on my way.
It goes from slow to pounding fast,
My heart skips again and again
As the pace speeds up gradually,
And prepares me for the second in.
That song is always where I start,
Two through four are nice,
But number five is always my
Aggressive, daring choice.
Super star on maniac,
Thanks for the urging, Chris.
It inspires me to go further up,
And further beyond this.
It's actually not that hard for me,
I don't really get why,
When I was told it was the harder,
Of maniacs players try.
I slip in coins for one more game,
I get too daring and fail,
Starting out with B4U
On maniac, my feet trail.
I start again, and choose my limits,
And play again to full.
My heart's a-soaring, I crank up the fan,
And give in to the pull.
Eventually, I sate my passion,
But only for today.
I gulp water and air and take my steps,
As I go forth on my way.