To Josh.

The brown carpet of the leisure center is itchy, but we all sit on the floor, talking and giggling with each other as we wait for the studio to open so we could start our evening rehearsals for Nutcracker.

“Hey did you guys see Josh’s bulletin on MySpace? It was like ‘goodbye call 911 I’m going to do something dumb’ or something and he put his address. I can’t really remember but it was like weird kind of??”

The girls with internet on their flip phones pull them out and try to look. A few other friends had just texted us inquiring about Josh’s bulletin.

He’s a joker; he likes attention and he pulls so many pranks, it’s hard to keep count!  Continue reading