Hello!
I know I've been gone for a while, but I made up for the weeks I missed with an extra long chapter! It's around 5,300 words. :)
The next part of this chapter is coming soon, so keep an eye out for that.
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Cassidy
"Welcome to today's Showcase, presented to you by Flash. We will be showing the complete summer collection of Megan Rose Wong, ambassador for Flashlite and designer for Bebe Soleil."
A lady's voice comes over the speakers, and I peek out from behind the runway to see a mass of people, dressed in clothing that's all together much too nice, but I guess that's customary for fashion shows.
The outfit I'm wearing is a pinstripe romper and a pair of tan pumps. The heels are a little too tall for my liking, and they make my 5 foot 10 frame even more giantess that usual.
Megan rushes over to me, her eyes scrutinizing my outfit. "Looking good, Cassidy," she says, smiling at me. "You're going to be first out, okay? We planned for it to be Becca, but since the little mishap, we had to change around the schedule to finish her makeup in time. You can do it, right?"
I nod, my eyes not betraying the nervousness I'm feeling. "Yeah, I can do that."
Megan grins. "Cass, you're going to do great. Trust me, a few buyers saw you before the show started, and all of them are excited to see you walk. But don't worry, no pressure!"
She winks at me as she walks away, and I stick my tongue out at her retreating back.
The lady's voice comes over the speakers again, and I listen to everything she's saying, eager to get out onto the runway.
"Megan Rose Wong's collection embodies the playful fun of summertime, as well as drawing inspiration from the 50's swing skirts, bright, clean colors-"
"Cassidy!" Jess rushes over to me, her feet scurrying under her midnight blue dress.
"Are you nervous?" She cracks a smile, but her feet give away the jittery feelings that she probably has.
"Of course," I say, matter of factly. "Megan told me I'm going first. Seriously, I'm so nervous!"
Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I spin around.
Will points towards the runway entrance. "You're up, Cassidy."
I smile, taking a deep breath.
"In 3, 2, 1..."
The lights are bright and flashing as I walk out, my hands gently swinging by my sides. Tipping my head up, I try to remember everything that I was told about modeling.
Walk in a straight line.
Long, graceful strides will make you look more professional.
Smile!
I reach the end of the runway, and strike a pose, putting a hand on my hip. I can see a camera flash as my picture is taken, and I know that's my cue to walk back.
The slow walk back seems even longer, and I try not to let my legs wobble or my smile slip off my face.
As I head back, I pass Jess, who's heading out after me. I give her a quick smile and mouth "Good luck."
She grins, and continues swaying down the runway, her flowing dress billowing behind her.
As I head backstage, I relax, tugging off my heels and walking over to the dressing room to change into my next outfit.
I glance through the racks and racks of clothes for the show, and find the one labeled Cassidy 2.My next outfit is a white, toga-inspired number, and it flows all the way own to my feet.
It's paired with a pair of delicate heels, which are a sheer, almost iridescent pearl color. The entire outfit feels very elegant, and for a moment, I feel a little bit like a princess.
As I head out to the backstage area, I almost bump into Emma, who's wearing the 50's style, lemon yellow mini dress.
"I'm so nervous, Cass!"
"You're going to do great, Emma!" I try to sound reassuring. "It's definitely not as nerve wracking as it seems once you get out there."
"We're going to have to walk in front of so many people!"
"Trust me, all you can see when you're out there are the bright lights. It's pretty amazing, actually."
Emma gives me a tight-lipped smile, her facial features relaxing as she adjusts her dress slightly.
"I'll take your word for it, then," she says, grinning as Will gives her the countdown.
"Emma, you're on in 3, 2, 1…"
The last thing I see before she heads out onto the runway is a flip of her brunette hair, which is pulled up into a high ponytail, and she is gone.
The music is still loud, the beat matching everyone's ecstatic feelings. I'm pretty sure that this playlist contributes to the fashion forward, over the top atmosphere that everyone seems to embrace here.
I can see Megan rushing around from the corner of my eye, and I didn't even notice that she changed into a simple black mini dress with bright red pumps.
I'm pretty sure the design is what Megan calls "bodycon" or something like that. Honestly, at this point, the fashion nonsense just goes over my head, anyway.
She's talking to a bunch of her helpers, who have sewing needles and thread in their hands. It looks like their fixing a few loose seams in one of the dresses.
Seams? Is that what their called? I tilt my head at Megan's frantic elves, and try to remember fashion speak.
Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I whip around, surprised.
"Hello, miss, you are Cassidy Sloane, correct?"
"Um, yes," I say, nodding, my eyes wide and confused. "Can I help you with something?"
The man chuckles nervously at my blunt tone, but he recovers quickly. "My name is Edgar Barron, a correspondent for Mystique, a beauty and fashion magazine in London, and our executive director is here tonight."
He pauses for a moment, and I stare at him, utterly baffled.
"He wanted to do an interview with one of the models at Megan Rose's show tonight, and he was wondering if you'd like to do an interview with Mystique."
"I mean, that's very nice of him, but I still need to model a few more outfits." I smile apologetically.
"Do you have a manager I could speak too? Maybe they could work something out?"
I nod. "Sure, come this way."
I have no idea who to say is my "manager", but this Edgar Barron guy seems really determined to get an interview.
I sigh, and head over to Will. "Will!" I say, giving him a grimace as I subtly point at Edgar. "Edgar Barron here would like an interview with one of the models here, and I'm sure you know where to find him a manager to talk to!"
Will smiles at Edgar, and motions for the reporter to follow him to a back room. "You can sign up for interviews on this list, sir. We have around ten other magazines that are lined up for interviews, but we can definitely squeeze Mystique in sometime next week."
I exhale, relieved that I don't have to deal with any more reporters, and continue waiting for my cue to walk the runway again.
Emma emerges from the runway a few minutes later, her face glowing with happiness.
"It was amazing!" she says, twirling in her dress. "Who knew that modeling could be so fun?"
I nod, grinning happily. "It is amazing. Do you want me to help you find your next dress?"
"Of course! I think it's labeled 'Emma 3'," she says, her eyebrows furrowed. "Megan told me it's long, sparkly, and red."
"So… it's evening wear!" I say, smiling.
"Hey! You look great!" Emma says, noticing my dress for the first time. "The white really brings out your eyes."
"Thanks!" I say, smiling. "Oh, I found your dress!"
Emma thanks me and grabs the long red gown from my hands.
She heads into the changing room, then emerges a minute later. The sequined dress is scoop-sleeved, and hides her feet, the tips of black heels poking out from under the long skirt.
She twirls on the spot, laughing.
"Emma! Head over here to touch up hair and makeup!" Will calls out to Emma as he passes by.
"Oh, and Cassidy, you're on in a couple of minutes." I nod, and take my place by the entrance to the runway.
The strobing lights outside flash again and again and again, and I can hear the crowd chatter on.
"Alright, ladies and gents," the announcer speaks again, "Now is the time to start bidding for our first 10 original outfits. Megan Rose Wong's collection will be available through Flash, but here is your chance to get original, handmade outfits made by our very own designer herself!"
A loud applause rumbles through the audience, and I can hear the excited murmurs of the crowd.
Megan approaches me, her hands clasped behind her back. "I can't believe we've made it through ten outfits!"
"Yeah," I say, nodding. "A lot of people want to buy your original outfits, huh?"
She smiles. "People usually buy original outfits to use as decoration or promotional pieces. I mean, usually, they aren't worn."
"Then lots of people probably want to feature your outfits in their stores."
"I hope so!" she says, smiling. "There's still a lot of time left, though. And a lot of outfits. And we still have an intermission. I'm so nervous, Cassidy!"
"Why?"
"We have to go out into the crowd and discuss some of the outfits with potential buyers, and most of them want to meet the models, so most will want to meet with you, and it's all just going to be so nerve-wracking."
Megan combs her hand through her hair, exhaling. "I heard that Wolfgang invited some designers that are actually based in Paris!"
She rattles off a long list of designers, and then a long list of buyers.
"Megan, relax. Everyone already loves you and your designs. You'll be fine!"
She laughs, giving me a hug. "I think I'm going crazy. Alright, see you later, Cass."
I nod, and turn around as I hear Will call my name. "Cassidy, you're on in 3, 2, 1…"
And I step out into the bright lights once again. The crowd is even louder, even bigger than I remember, and all I can think as I walk down the runway is how much bigger Megan's fashion designing has become since 6th grade and her first Flashlite meeting.
Each step of mine becomes less wobbly as I head down the runway for the second time, my dress fanning out slightly, my hair windswept and casually "messy".
I laughed the first time I saw the giant fan that they were going to point at us as we walked down the runway, but I guess I can see how it makes us look a lot more professional.
Not to mention, it's great at keeping my hair out of my face.
My strides get longer as I approach the end of the catwalk, and I strike another pose for the cameras.
This time, my hands go to my hips and I smile, trying not to blink as cameras continue flashing.
Then I spin on my heel and head back down the runway, my hair still billowing in the fan's wind.
By the time I get backstage, I collapse on the couch, the outside stimulus running rampant through my brain.
"This is our first intermission, ladies and gentlemen. Megan and the models will be heading out to the tables shortly."
The murmurings increase as the announcer starts intermission.
We walk out into the crowd, each of us accompanied by a Flash representative.
Megan motions for me to walk with her, and we are immediately stopped at a table near the runway.
"Megan Wong! Your designs are delightful, mademoiselle!"
A man in a navy blue suit and wire rimmed glasses chatters excitedly about Megan's designs, and she nods along, looking engaged with his conversation.
I, on the other hand, zone out as he continues talking about 50's fashion, summer trends, and something called a "bodice".
"…And how old are you again?"
"18," Megan says, smiling.
"Ah, 18 and already more famous than many twice your age. Perhaps more talented too, no?" He chuckles and hands her a business card.
"My company works with many designers in Germany, and many are interested in collaborating with you, and there are many buyers that would love to get their hands on your summer collection, Megan."
She smiles and thanks him, before moving on to another excited buyer.
"Your evening collections are just stunning, Miss Wong!" A woman in a floor length, beige dress smiles at my friend.
She turns towards me, her eyes lighting up. "And you, Miss Sloane, correct?"
I nod, surprised she knows my name.
"Your name has been passed around the tables, Miss Sloane. We're very impressed with your modeling, as well as the other girls. Have you done it before?"
"Just once, at one of Megan's old shows."
He smiles. "Well, you're very talented, and I think a lot of agencies would love to sign you, if they could."
Megan elbows me, "Cassidy could very well be a supermodel, if she wanted to be."
I give her a fake frown, but I give the guy a polite smile as I turn back towards him. "That's very nice of you, sir."
We're brought to another table, and the conversations continue, each becoming more mundane and long-winded as we continue through the crowd.
I'm greeted with a lot of really nice compliments, though. I make sure to thank each and every one of the people that we meet, because I don't want to come off as rude.
Megan becomes engaged in a conversation with a young woman who's dressed in a sky blue mini-dress.
"I got a lot of inspiration from SoCal clothing, especially with the light, washed out colors as well as the near looser fit pants," Megan says, smiling.
"Of course! Pure genius, if you ask me. I love the contrast of the daytime clothing and your evening collection. The gowns are just gorgeous."
Megan nods and thanks the woman, and as soon as we're out of earshot, she squeals. "That was Bella Gallagher! She's probably one of the most famous designers under the age of 25! It's crazy, she has the most amazing collections ever, and everyone goes to her shows."
I smile. "She really liked your designs, so that's cool!"
"Cool? It's absolutely fantastic!" Megan continues squealing at me. "I can't believe they convinced Bella Gallagher to come to my show!"
Megan nods. "For sure, there's definitely a lot more people than I thought."
Wolfgang comes up to us a few minutes later, and he gestures for us to follow him. "Miss Wong! Miss Sloane! Amaretta here would really like to meet you!"
A small woman with long blonde hair piled on the top of her hair, comes over to us and begins to chatter excitedly.
"Ah, so this is the delightful Megan Rose that everyone is talking about! I'm Amaretta," she says, shaking Megan's hand.
"Wait," Megan says, her voice shaky from excitement. "Are you the Amaretta? I can't believe it! I've seen all of your collaborations with Bix, and I loved your Fall collection so much!"
Amaretta smiles, accepting the compliment. "Ah, that is nothing, I'm sure you are going to be collaborating with many designers soon." She waves her hand, smiling at Megan.
Then she turns to me, and smiles. "And you must be Cassidy Sloane," she says. "I loved the pearl gown that you modeled; it looked absolutely stunning with your frame."
"Thank you," I say. "But most of the work was done by Megan."
Amaretta laughs. "Oh, the model and the designer both work together to bring an outfit to the people, and you most certainly shouldn't sell yourself short there."
Then she and Megan start another conversation about fashion, and I sigh. This intermission is getting longer and longer by the minute.
"And of course, empire waists are coming back into fashion. And the skirts! They get slimmer and slimmer by the year!"
Megan nods along. "That is so true! I didn't even realize how slim my dresses were getting. Especially since evening wear hasn't been as big and bright lately."
"For sure!" Amaretta chuckles, "It seems that someone needs to bring the poof back! What happened to all our underskirts from the 1800s?"
Laughing, Megan thanks Amaretta as intermission ends.
"Ladies and gentlemen, intermission is over. Please head back to your seats for the second half of the show!"
We head backstage to prepare for the next ten outfits, and Megan reverts back into the frantic, dashing around, fixer upper designer that she becomes while we're walking the runway.
I slip into a knee length, navy blue, spaghetti strap dress. It's made from a sheer material and is shapeless.
Megan said that the point of it was to show a sense of elegant, subtle lines throughout the dress to make it classy and perfect for any occasion.
In some ways, she's right. The dress goes really well with the nude pumps she hands me, and I go to hair and makeup to get my hair done and makeup touched up.
My hair is braided into a French braid and is pinned up onto my head, so no loose curls fall around my face.
I head over to where Jess and Emma are sitting, uncharacteristic as most of us are rushing around, but both of them have finished modeling.
We're on the second to last outfit, and Becca is getting ready to enter the runway.
I'm going to be the last one modeling for tonight's show, and to say it doesn't make slightly nervous would be a lie.
It helps to be able to talk to the girls, though, and I'm glad that we can joke around a little before my final runway walk.
"You're going to do amazing, Cassidy." Emma smiles at me and gives me a quick hug before I go out to the runway entrance.
Will motions for me to start walking, and I head out onto the catwalk, a smile plastered on my face.
The night has been long and full of memories, and it feels like a dream as I float down the runway.
I strike one last pose, and close my eyes as I embrace this new experience.
And the entire thing ends as fast as it started.
"And that concludes Megan Rose Wong's summer collection showcase. Megan and Flash ambassadors will stay for about thirty minutes with the conclusion of the show for any last media interviews, and on behalf of Hong Kong's Flash, we wish you all a safe and fun rest of the night."
It's about 10:00 at night, and we are all tired from the exertion of the last seven hours.
I go back to my dressing room, and slip out of the blue dress. It pools on the floor, and I slip on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I also carefully remove my 3 inch heels and replace them with my sneakers. My feet feel much better, especially since my feet are officially sorer than after any of my hockey practices.
After I hang my dress on a clothing rack, and put my heels back in their shoebox, I sit down on the couch with the other girls.
There's a moment of silence as we all glance around at each other, each person remembering different points in the night.
Megan breaks the silence, her face joyful and sad and relieved all at once. "We did it, guys. You all modeled outfit after outfit, a ton of buyers are interested in the collection, and I met some of my idols tonight."
Becca smiles, running a hand through her hair. "We all were totally going to support you through this," she says, "And now your dream has come true!"
My mom runs in a moment later, dressed in a formal, white, off the shoulder dress with a pair of robin's eggs heels.
"Come on girls, we're heading to the after party now! We have a surprise for you!"
Giggling, we all scramble for the door and pick up our things. We follow Queen Clementine out the door and into a black stretch limousine.
Megan laughs as we slide into the car's sleek interior. "I wonder where we're going?"
My mom smiles. "Well, Gigi was nice enough to manage to rent out a fun dance club for us to host the party at."
"There will be some special guests, too," my mom says, chuckling.
"Do we have to dress up again?" I say, grumbling. "I swear I've been in a dress and heels for the entire day at this point."
My mom laughs. "Of course, Cassidy! There's nothing like a party with a nice dress and a nice pair of heels.
"That's hardly a party," I mumble, but my mom looks too excited to care.
"And, I'm sure Megan designed some dresses for you all to wear!"
"Huh?" Megan looks utterly confused at my mom's words.
"Well," my mom says, her smile getting wider by the minute, "Wolfgang told me about some of your designs that were in progress, and we decided to go ahead and bring them to life!"
She reaches into a large bag by her side that I somehow failed to notice before, and pulls out five dresses, all the same design in different colors.
"This sky blue one is for you, Becca, and this pink one is for Jess, and this emerald one is for Emma, and this red one is for you, Megan, and Cassidy, this one's for you."
She hands me a cream colored dress, and I stare at it, feeling the satiny fabric on my fingers.
My mom has another surprise for us when she pulls out five pairs of black pumps. "Bix sent these over from her current collection, and I think they're absolutely amazing."
Megan and Becca start squealing, while Jess and Emma excitedly try on their shoes.
I stare at mine, thinking of the pain my feet will have to endure for the rest of the night.
"Come on girls, get your party clothes on! The rest of the moms and our special guests are waiting!"
We all climb out of the limo when we get to the dance club, and head into the restroom to change into our party clothes.
While I still feel slightly uncomfortable in my much too tall heels, the other girls seem to have no problem with sprinting onto the dance floor.
They'd make great athletes if they really put their mind to it. Seriously, with their speed on three inch platforms, they could beat anyone in a pair of proper shoes.
The dance floor is loud, and I head over to the bar where a bartender is making drinks, nonalcoholic ones for us, and alcoholic ones for the adults.
I order a sparkling Italian soda, and Becca orders lemonade. We grab our drinks and hang out by the bar, sitting on the high chairs.
A while later, Megan, Jess, and Emma rush over to us, laughing. "Dance with us, you two! Don't be party poopers!"
Becca giggles and slides off her chair to join the rest of the girls, her blonde hair tied neatly in ponytail.
"I don't want to dance, guys," I say as Emma tugs my hand.
"Come on! We just were part of an awesome fashion show, Gigi rented out an entire dance club, and we're in Hong Kong! Why wouldn't you want to dance?"
Jess gives me a reproachful look as she gets an orange juice from the bartender.
"Cassidy…"
I cut a glance to the ceiling, shaking my head. "Why do I ever follow what you guys want me to do?"
"Cause we're your friends, and we want to go dancing together." Megan grabs my hand, pulling me off my chair, and suddenly, I'm on the floor, dancing.
I can see Gigi, all the moms, and the fashion show's crew milling around the floor, and Wolfgang is talking animatedly with what looks like one of the designers who attended the show.
"Come here, Cassidy." My mom motions for me to join her and Wolfgang, who brings the designer over to us.
"Darling, this is Arabella Knight, and she's a famous designer from Paris, and her designs are just fabulous!"
"Nice to meet you," I say, shaking Arabella's hand.
"My pleasure," she says back, "You did very well at the fashion show. You're following in your mother's footsteps, no?"
I laugh, shaking my head. "I don't think I want to model full time like my mother did."
"But would you be interested in modeling at another show?" Arabella tilts her head at me, giving me a smile.
"I mean, I don't know. If Megan had another show, I would totally model if she asked me to."
"You're very supportive of your friends then, huh? Not so much modeling." Arabella laughs.
My mother gives me a curious glance. "Well, Cassidy wouldn't completely rule out modeling, and that's the most important part."
Wolfgang nods. "You have a lot of potential, Cassidy. You are fabulous on the runway! I bet a lot of agencies would love to sign you."
I laugh, before excusing myself from the conversation. "That's nice of you to say, Wolfgang. I'll talk to you guys later!"
Megan and Becca grab me as soon as I head over to the dance floor again, and I am swept up in another hour of dancing, giggling, and excited chatter.
It is 1:00 when we leave the dance club, and we all pile into the limo to head back to our hotel. We only have one more day in Hong Kong before we have to leave, and it is bittersweet as I stare out at the beautiful cityscape, all glowing and colorful with tall skyscrapers lining the skyline.
There's writing everywhere, advertisements and the names of stores and hotels filling the streets, but there's no one on the street in the middle of the night.
The usually busy, smoggy city is quiet for once, and I can almost spot a few stars in the sky.
I glance over into the limo, my eyes adjusting to the dark interior of the car. Jess and Emma are fast asleep on their mom's shoulders, and Megan is quietly fingering through her sketchbook.
Becca is talking quietly with her mom, and the entire atmosphere is calm, unhurried, and fluid.
A beautiful indigo haze drifts across the night sky, and for once, I feel at peace after hours of chaos during the show, and I can feel my eyes start to close as my head begins to feel heavier.
I finally succumb to my exhaustion, and as the clock ticks to 2:00, I am fast asleep, the entire day's activities taking their final toll.
…
"Cassidy!"
I feel my mother's light shaking, and she taps my shoulder, whispering.
I groan, groggily opening my eyes. My mom motions for me to follow her out of the limo, and I sleepily walk after her, careful to not disturb the other sleeping girls.
My mom and I go into the elevator and head up to our floor, my eyes wanting to close as every minute passes.
The usually quiet ding of the elevator jolts me awake as we reach our floor, and I groan, mumbling quietly about the unfairness of exhaustion and loud elevator noises.
My mom gives a quiet chuckle, but she remains composed and not at all groggy as we walk to our room.
"How do you do it? Seriously Mom, you're like Superwoman or something."
She laughs, rubbing my back as we walk together. "You used to keep me up until four in the morning, honey. I remember just laying on my bed and listening to you cry for hours. As a mother, you get used to late nights after a while."
"Of course," I grumble.
We walk into our room, and I flop on the bed, completely exhausted.
It doesn't take long before I'm completely asleep, not bothering to take off the dress I was wearing.
Megan will probably have my head for wrinkling it, but at this point I'm much too tired to care.
The last thing I hear is the rustling of my mom climbing into her bed, and soon, it is morning again.
"Cassidy! You have to wake up again! We have a surprise for you girls." My mom shakes my shoulder again, and I feel a sense of déjà-vu as we head out the door.
The rest of the group is eating breakfast by the time we arrive, and I grab a blueberry muffin and an orange juice and sit down at the girls' table.
"Do you know where we're going?" I say, my mouth full of the muffin.
Megan gives me a look, but replies anyway. "My mom says that we're doing something fun and relaxed, since we're leaving tomorrow. What exactly it's going to be, she didn't say."
We spend some time chatting and eating the rest of our breakfast, and my mom comes over to us, clapping her hands together.
"Alright ladies! Let's get into our car and go to our surprise destination!"
We all pile into the car, and the drive to our destination is pretty quick.
I crane my head, looking out the window.
Suddenly, I hear Megan shriek. "I know where we're going! It's Disneyland!"
Mrs. Wong nods, her face lighting up with a smile. "We thought you girls deserved to have a nice day at Disneyland before we left Hong Kong, so we decided this would be the perfect place to go!"
We all cheer as we pull into the amusement park, and I can hardly contain my excitement as we park and head towards the entrance.
Hong Kong's Disneyland is much smaller than California's but I'm still excited when I hear about the attractions.
"We are definitely going on Hyperspace Mountain," I say, "That's my absolute favorite ride."
Becca nods. "Totally. I went on that ride like five times the last time I went to Disneyland."
My mom grimaces as I mention Hyperspace Mountain. She shudders as she remembers the "big thrill" ride, and I laugh.
"Honey, that ride was bit…much."
"But it's fun!" I say, giggling, "And we are all going on it!"
My mom's eyebrows knit together, her perfectly curled hair falling over her shoulders.
There's no more time for her to worry though, since we reach the official entrance. Handing out our tickets, they are put through a machine, then given back to us.
We push through the gates into the park, and my eyes light up.
The first thing we are greeted with is the Main Street Station Train as it chugs by, a group of overly excited kids craning their heads out of each car and waving at us.
We wave back, and continue to walk into the park.
"Alright, guys," Mrs. Wong says, her trusty map in her hands. "Where do we want to go first?"
"Oh!" Mrs. Hawthorne grabs her phone, scrolling through her apps. "I think I got the app for Hong Kong Disneyland that tells us wait times."
She opens the app, and scrutinizes the various rides.
"I think Astroblasters might be fun," Jess says.
I nod vigorously. "Totally! Astroblasters is one of the best rides!"
Mrs. Hawthorne glances at her phone and smiles. "Perfect. The wait is only ten minutes."
Mrs. Wong nods. "Alright, we'll be going for straight for a bit longer, and then we'll take a right. It should be there if my map reading is correct," she says, glancing at her map one more time. "And it always is!"
We laugh as we head towards the ride, and I look at all the happy children frolicking around. Disneyland is going to be so fun!
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