goodbye until tomorrow, goodbye until the rest of my life

Reflection is one of the things my friends and I joke about constantly, as at our old school it was basically all we did. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but we reflected on so many things that it became habit to reflect on our reflecting. When asked to write a blog post comparing where I was when I began my blogging journey to where I am now, at the end of it, I first put it off until today because of the PTSD that reflecting brought upon me (just kidding, it’s not so bad). Then I couldn’t come up with an idea. Blogging hasn’t changed my life. It’s been sort of a nice outlet and a reason to write, and it’s been the homework that I get done first because I actually enjoy it. However, I probably won’t continue blogging after this assignment is over, mostly because I don’t have time.

As I sit at my kitchen table eating lime Tostitos tortilla chips and look vaguely out the window at the backyard where my dog freaked out at me when I came home from school today, I try to remember where I was at the beginning of this year, blog-wise. I’m left with nothing. Despite the fact that I was excited for this assignment before the school year even began, that’s what the blog is: an assignment. I’m generally a believer in doing things for yourself. Not meaning ‘don’t do anything nice for other people,’ but more like ‘do things because you want to, not because you want it on your college application or because someone told you to.’ Obviously there are exceptions to this rule, and that’s why I said generally. Anyway, the fact is that this blog wasn’t my own brain child. Or rather, it was, but the idea to have this brain child was put there by someone else. It is for this reason that I believe I did not get a whole lot from this experience. I did think it was fun, though.

If I’ve learned anything from this whole shebang, it’s that having interesting writing isn’t really about your topic, but way more about how you write about it. This I mostly learned from reading my classmates' blogs than writing my own. I can read someone's post about practically nothing and enjoy it, while others that should be interesting put me to sleep. 

Furthermore, even though style is super important, grammar, spelling, punctuation, and structure are still needed. To get your awesome point across, you have to make sense, and the best way to do that is to follow the guidelines set in place for you by whoever came up with the English language. I’ve found through reading other people’s blogs that someone can have a really cool idea or experience, or even just a way of writing that’s intriguing, but the point doesn’t make it to the reader’s end of the fax machine because of all of the grammar and spelling errors. It’s a balance that takes practice and skill. Nowhere is this balance, or lack thereof, more noticeable than in blogging. Blogging requires style and character to be interesting, and it is clear that many people stop there. Because it’s not an essay, they disregard the conventions that we learn in English class, despite the fact that it is an assignment (and that you should always use what you learn, especially in English, because it's actually important).

I’ll stop here to say that English is my first language, that my mother is a grammar-obsessed person just like me, and that spelling (she says as she types s[e;;omg) and the rules of grammar have alway come naturally to me. This post isn’t to complain about other people’s clear disregard for the rules and to point out that they’re ruining their lives by not knowing how to use a semi-colon; none of that is true. I honestly believe that grammar and spelling are totally random, and although I *cringe* when somebody says “your so sweet,” I still know what they mean.  This whole thing is simply the main observation I’ve made through my blogging experience. Mr. Parker, I don’t know if that's what you wanted us to get out of it, but it’s what I got. Other than that, it’s been good to have something to write on a regular basis besides Vital Vocabulary. No, my life would not be vapid without this blog, but it’s been a good time. I think it’s helped develop my style of writing, and honestly from here on out I think I need to work on varying my sentence length, because these are pretty darn long.

Thanks for the good time to all of my adoring fans. (I know you’re out there.) The power went out and I have no means of posting this at the moment, but I’ll get it up ASAP.

Cheers,

To the road ahead... or whatever.

Sam

sometimes the haters have a point

Taking criticism and/or being critical of oneself are things with which a lot of people struggle. It’s difficult for many people to listen to someone telling them what they’ve done wrong, or what they need to fix. There are also many who are too hard on themselves and think they never do anything right. Personally, I like getting notes, and I like hearing what I’ve done wrong in a performance and what I could do to make something better. I enjoy criticism and I try to be in a constant state of active self-improvement.

It’s really important to realize that criticism isn’t usually that critical, or rather, it usually isn’t meant to be negative or harsh. Even so, it can be hard to see it as anything but. It’s good to look at criticism as something positive. Think of it like this: if someone puts a big box in front of you, don’t see it as something they’re doing to block your way. On the contrary, see it as something that you can climb upon to lift yourself to a higher spot. This is a super hard thing to do, but it’s way better than stopping on the path altogether.

Even I, who like hearing suggestions about what I could do better, don’t necessarily take well to criticism IRL. For example, I recently dyed my hair. It’s no longer pink, but now sort of a silver color with purple.

Here is (sort of) a picture of what it looks like. The purple is much darker near the ends, which is the part I'm not super keen on.

It’s not exactly as I would have liked it to look, but I don’t dislike it and I really loved it when I first got it done. Despite the fact that this is how I feel about it and it’s my hair, someone saying “Yeah, I liked it better pink too,” is not what I want to hear. Criticism is fine, good even, but not when there isn’t anything anyone can do about it. If someone finishes a show, you tell them it was amazing even if it wasn’t. If you’re a director watching a rehearsal, that's a different story. There is time to make changes and you’re the person in a place to make those changes. However, I would definitely recommend against telling someone what’s wrong or what you dislike about something that is unchangeable (even if it is just for the time being). No one wants to hear “you should have done this.” Instead, how about “maybe next time try…”? That way, the criticism isn’t quite so harsh, even if you have exactly the same intent.

If you’re criticized and don’t agree with what someone is saying, don’t take it. It’s your life, and even if you yourself know you could have done better, remember that there’s almost always a next time. Be yourself, and continue to try to be the best version of that person. Improvement has its downsides, but it’s definitely better to go up than down. Looking back at something you’ve done in the past and thinking about how much better you could do it now, or just cringing at how awful it was, is a sucky feeling. Whether it’s a piece of writing, a performance, or even something you said to someone or how you reacted to a certain situation, feeling this way about anything is generally a lame experience. However, it’s all the better for you to make that comparison and see how far you’ve come.

Know when you need to improve, but don’t be too hard on yourself. Remember how cool you are, and if you don’t know that, find some better friends.

TTFN:) - Sam

what happens when you don't talk for a day

As I've probably said a million times on here before, I’m generally considered a loud person. As I explained to my friend Cris, it’s not exactly that I’m loud (although I am), it’s more that I’m just constantly spewing a stream of noise. If I’m not talking, I’m trying to talk, and if I’m not doing that I’m singing. This year, I decided that I would participate in GLSEN’s Day of Silence. For those who don’t know, Day of Silence is a day on which students all over the nation are invited to take a vow of silence to shed light on the silence faced by LGBT+ youth due to harassment and oppression.

I honestly thought it would be one of the hardest things I would ever do. Truthfully, I couldn’t think of anything that would classify as being more difficult than that. This was in part because I didn’t think very hard about difficult past experiences, but also because I am ‘a talker.’ I emailed all of my teachers beforehand, and I also had two little cards explaining my silence, one in both English and one in Spanish.

the card

I got off to a strong start. I didn’t talk to my mom in the morning, but we both know a little bit of American Sign Language so that wasn’t a problem. I just showed the card to everyone I talked to that day and they understood. I only got positive responses, which was a huge surprise. I have extremely accepting friends who would never say anything truthfully homophobic, transphobic, or generally offensive, so I wasn’t surprised in that regard. However, many people in my high school’s Gay-Straight Alliance who had previously participated in Day of Silence said that they couldn’t make it through the whole day because of the comments to which they felt the need to respond. Therefore, I was ecstatic at the responses I received, which were all along the lines of either curiosity, expressing that they were proud of me for participating, or just flat-out supportive.

I only had a few slip-ups, which was also a bit of a surprise to me. I talked a little bit during science, as we had a substitute teacher and I was working with others. Other than that, and when I exclaimed “ew!” at someone saying their chips tasted like something which I honestly can’t remember at the moment, I made it all the way through the school day and the bus-ride home without a peep.

My awesome lip tattoo and super comfy GSA shirt.

All along I had been planning to only do it during school, therefore I completely broke the vow when I walked in the door of my house. The way I see it, the point is to raise awareness (as well as of course experiencing the silence yourself). When you’re home alone with no one else to “hear” that silence, what’s the real reason to stay silent? Reede was also having her birthday party that day and I didn’t really want to not talk the whole time.

All in all, Day of Silence was definitely a success for me. I heard from some friends that also participated that they did get some annoying comments, but the response I got was 100% positive. For anyone considering participating in the future, I would definitely recommend it, as it was a super awesome experience and it's a really great way to raise awareness for the silence that LGBTQIA+ kids are forced into on a daily basis.

Ttfn,

Names are a box

(Btw, if you haven’t picked up on the names are a box thing, watch my TEDx Talk (I’ll link it whenever I perform it and get the video, so this "explanation" isn't actually helpful. Sorry (not really).).

your art doesn't suck

One of the things that drives me insane is when people say they’re “bad” at art. There is no bad art. Bad art is the oxymoron of oxymorons, and hardly anyone seems to realize it. First of all, define art. So many things could be defined as art. My pink hair is art. Makeup is art. Acting is art. Writing is art. Music is art. Drawing, painting, sculpting, etc. are art too, but those are the more obvious examples, as people tend to associate “art” with traditional forms of visual art. So, what counts as art, and what makes that art better than any other art? There are things that look good and things that don’t look good, but the way to make art good is to put your heART into it. The best art expresses an emotion, at least in my opinion. One of the best ways to 1) make your art look/sound/feel like you want it to and 2) put your heart into it is to PRACTICE. That sounds super cliché, but there’s a reason people say “practice makes perfect." Practice won’t make perfect, because perfect doesn’t really exist (again, especially in art because the definitions of both “art” and “perfect” are really open for interpretation); however, practice can at least make better.

I used to be complimented on my drawing abilities almost constantly. The fact that I could draw became my defining quality. At my old school, we used to do these activities where we would write compliments to everyone on a big poster. You could write whatever you wanted, as long as it was a nice little note or a compliment. I have multiple pieces of big construction paper on which a fourth of the comments are praising my artistic talents. It became the default when people didn’t know what to say. If someone didn’t like me very much, or didn’t know me, they would use that as their compliment. Sure, my friends told me I was great at art as a genuine compliment, and I didn’t disregard that. However, it became such a normal thing that I became almost sick of people telling me that I was talented. “I know,” I said, “but is that all?" (whether in- or outside of my head, I’m not sure). If you haven’t received exessive complimenting on a certain trait, that probably sounds really snobbish or self-absorbed. Really, though, I’m just telling it how it is. It’s interesting, as I was having a conversation with my friend who encounters almost the same situation daily. She has a very successful art account on Instagram and sells her work. People compliment her all the time, and after awhile she and I both found that it almost lost its meaning. From certain people, it’s truly genuine, and that means a lot. However, when you hear something so often, it starts to feel a little bit like, “Okay, I get it, what else is new?” It’s not that she, nor I for that matter, don’t appreciate it and feel really good when people comment on our talent. It’s more that it feels like it has become an almost obligatory statement. It’s not that it’s not true, it’s simply become the norm, in a way.

These days, due to the fact that I don’t draw as much as I used to as a direct result of my least favorite occurrence in the universe (commonly referred to as ‘homework’), my mad skills are not commented upon quite as much. Few of my friends know how large a part of me drawing is/was. This is super weird for me, even after almost two years out of the environment in which I was art-famous. I don’t mind it; honestly it’s kind of refreshing not to be constantly identified as “that one girl who’s good at drawing.”

Good art??? (original characters)

All in all, the whole thing about “good art” and “good artists” is kind of bs. What makes someone good at art are their ideas, not their talent. Anyone can get good at something with practice. Sure, some have more raw talent than others, and some are born into it. However, “that’s interesting” is a better compliment than “that’s pretty." Things that are interesting and pretty at the same time get bonus points (although there are some cases in which intentional non-beauty is a really cool choice). Point being, everyone has the potential to be ‘good' at art.

Good ideas=good art.

Au revoir,

Names are a box

if you're down, this'll cher you up

This morning I woke up with a sore throat, which sucks. I’m sure I’ll be fine by seven o’clock tonight, when I have a performance, but it’s really one of the more uncomfortable sensations that one can experience. To cheer myself up a bit/rest-without-sleeping-because-I-woke-up-at-seven-thirty-and-couldn’t-fall-back-asleep, I decided to look at Cher tweets.

If you haven't been welcomed into the land of Cher's tweets, allow me to invite you to be so. From here.

First of all, Cher is a diva and a goddess. I mean, just look at this woman.

Cher also donated 181,440 bottles of water to Flint, Michigan, residents in response to her disgust at the situation.

She’s an icon, obviously, and completely gorgeous in all stages of her life.

She even rocked '80s exercise-wear. Who can pull that off? From here.

For those unenlightened by the world of Cher’s tweeting, allow me to give some insight. Cher has become famous (as if she weren’t before) for her strange tweeting habits, including CAPS LOCK and using lots of emojis (especially the ghost). A lot of her tweets make no sense, and some are just outright sassy as hell. So, without further ado, let me CHER with you some of my favorite Cher tweets (I couldn’t help myself.).

Cher just saying hello:

"@cher  hi"

Cher on her job:

"Whats going on with mycareer"

Cher on technology:

"Something  is  amiss  with iPad"

And:

"ipad freezing up! Maybe it's overwhelmed,because it Just realized A Fabulous DIVA Was touching it ! Can't really Blame it, "SNAP OUT OF IT""

Cher getting desperate:

"Please RT"

Cher on politics:

On Donald Trump skipping the FOX Debate:

"Trump NOT Doing FOX Debate Cause Of MEGAN KELLY😂Some1 Get Him TOE SHOES,fking PRIMA DONNA. HOW CAN HE FACE ISIS,HE CANT FACE A CHICK ON TV.🐕"

On Trump again:

"@[person]

Donald Trump Can't come up with a hairstyle that looks human,how can he come up with a plan to defeat ISIS."

And again:

"I'll NEVER GO TO MACY'S AGAIN ! I didnt know they sold Donald Trump's Line! If they don't care that they sell products from a LOUDMOUTH"

And... again:

"@[person] IF HE WERE TO BE ELECTED,IM MOVING TO JUPITER😖"

When asked if she liked Ted Cruz or Donald Trump better:

"@[person] that's like saying "would you rather have a Migraine or Throw Up""

Still a teen at heart:

"Talked for 3 hrs!

R we teens ?

Yah !

Just old ones !"

When someone called her ugly:

"@[person] ITS CHER YOU'RE UGLY.It may be true,all things change,but i have invisible Powers that make up for what I lack in looks🌟

BYE💋"

Someone called her old:

"@[person] @[other person] I AM OLDER THAN FIRE,& TWICE AS HOT !!!"

Someone else called her old:

"@[person] U GOT THAT,Bitch '"

Someone told her she looked old:

"@[person] Thats cause I'm 98 ! I think I look Quite"Well Preserved "4 my age! What til u r 1/2 my age & twt me again,Sweetcheeks! Nite"

Cher, the tween?:

"Just walked in ! God,It's Fun Being a Tween 👻"

Cher, acknowledging her flaws:

"Just cause i cant spell or know Grammar doesn't mean i don't know Many things! HISTORY, Ancient Religion,War,Could go on,but id b a pain !"

Cher being Cher:

"Got to go back & polish my Cher impersonation"

This profound question:

"Can anyone c me"

Cher on kittens:

"Later Kittens r up to no good.

OMG KITTENS ARE HARD CORE"

This??:

"GAY UNIVERSE WILL HAVE

"Exquisite"lighting RT[...]"

When Cher couldn't make up her mind:

"@[person] think fk u & bless u at the same time !"

When someone called Cher something BAD:

"@[person] Oh stop ! You'll give me a SWELLED HEAD ! Read it in my Voice, then add Fk u at the end 💖"

Someone told her to "stick to music cher. plenty of know it alls telling people whats good for them as it is then slip and die in their tub." Her reply:

"@[person]

Don't WANT TO HEAR ONE Word of your uneducated

Opinion.

I'll take My chance in the bathtub!Go

unclog your

Arteries"

Cher on herself (in reply to "Do I need some kind of degree to decipher @cher's tweets?"):

".@[person] No,but u might need 2unfollow her.The Bitch is Obtuse, Opinionated,OutThere,Obviously Unstable,Original,but ONESTLY Who Cares"

Onestly, who does?

When someone told her that @cher means 'cheap' in French ("#themoreyouknow"):

".@[person]

ACTUALY..... It Means......

"EXPENSIVE" ..

& "DEAR"

1.C'est Trop Cher !

2. Je reviendrai mon Cher💘"

This sick burn (in response to "@cher DID THE REAL CHER TWEET ME? No because YOU NEVER TWEET ME #ANGRY #CHERCREW"):

".@[person]

Would you Like some Cheese With That WHINE,

NASTY BRAT"

When this happened:

Wishing everyone a happy V-Day:

"Happy Valentine's Day ‼️Sorry I'm so late,

WAS busy all day till

Now & 4got everything ‼️

Have some young friends 4movie, popcorn & candy, bye"

Not to mention her bio:

"Stand & B Counted or Sit & B Nothing. Don't Litter,Chew Gum,Walk Past Homeless PPL w/out Smile.DOESNT MATTER in 5 yrs IT DOESNT MATTER THERE'S ONLY LOVE&FEAR"

In conclusion:

"O well life is hard & then u die RT @[person] @cher Did you know you're known for having the most difficult to understand tweets over here?"

Now that you've read these tweets, I'm sure you're life is more fulfilled. You're welcome.

Cher:

".@[person]

I DONT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE.....

IM CHER 👻"

(From here.)

Follow @cher on Twitter for more entertaining tweets like these.

Thanks for sticking with. I'm going to go drink some tea.

xx

a prank for people who don't want to be too mean

As stated on this page, I love to make a ruckus with my keyboard. I take piano lessons now, but one of my only regrets is quitting piano in the second grade. I don’t remember why I started playing piano originally. It wasn’t because my parents told me to, or because my friends thought it was fun, or even because I genuinely thought it would be a good skill to have. I have no idea. Well, I actually do vaguely remember thinking that it would be cool to play songs by Taylor Swift.

Regardless, I began taking piano lessons at my house from the music teacher at one of the public elementary schools. I also wanted to learn how to play the flute. Although now this has almost no appeal to me, it was something that I really thought was important that I do. My teacher suggested that I learn to play the recorder first, as sort of a “gateway instrument” to the flute. Thus, I started taking lessons, dedicating half the allotted time piano, half to recorder. Slowly, my interest in piano ebbed away as I realized that I was playing Mary Had a Little Lamb, not You Belong With Me. Recorder edged piano out of my lessons, and I finally stopped playing piano altogether. Recently-ish, around the beginning of this school year, I started playing piano again. My friend is hardcore amazing at piano, and I kind of couldn’t live with the fact that I didn’t know how to play.

Mini life lesson: If you can’t live without doing something, do it.

I started taking voice lessons at the same time as piano, so I now do half-piano, half-voice lessons. This time, though, I really enjoy both piano and voice, so I don’t think I’ll end up quitting either one.

I love being able to play piano. Even though I’m not Beethoven quite yet, it’s still one of my favorite things to do. There are pianos in the band room in my school, as well as the drama room, so sometimes I’ll just randomly play the piano between classes and at lunch. It’s good to have a few actual songs memorized, because Heart and Soul can only be a masterpiece so many times. Speaking of which, Heart and Soul:

Heart and Soul in and of itself is one of my favorite pastimes. (If you are unfamiliar, skip to the video at the bottom.) More specifically, translating Heart and Soul into every key possible is one of my favorite pastimes. Let me preface this with the fact that I am not a person who loves pranks. Despite this, I love to play Heart and Soul in the key of A major. You may be very confused, and this is completely rational. How is that a prank, double question mark, you may ask.

Allow me to explain. Most people don’t automatically know what key a song is being played in upon hearing it. I’m sure there are some people who can, but the majority of the people I know don’t have that ability. Anyway, for those who don’t know, Heart and Soul is usually played in the key of C major. Therefore, if the bottom chords are being played in A major, pianist number two is expecting to join in with the melody in the key of C. When they do so, however, it sounds horrible and screwed up when the background is being played in A, and the melody chimes in, plunked out in C. It’s a really fun thing to do, and I highly suggest playing Heart and Soul in the key of A major. 

In order, the fingering for the chords for Heart and Soul in A major go as follows (keys to play with pink lines):

Original image from here.

You can play it any way you like, but here’s an example video:

Have fun screwing people up! I know I do, and remember: you’re doing no harm, so this prank is okay.

Cheers, and I hope this post made some sort of sense so that you can revel in your own piano playing glory.

xx Names are a box

two things that keep a lot of people sane: friends and music

What I’ve come to realize in the past year is that you don’t need one best friend. If you have one, that’s fantastic. If you don’t, that’s also fantastic. All you need are people that understand you and love you for being the weird person you are. Expecting to have one single best friend at all times is an unrealistic expectation to which to hold yourself, and it does you no good. Do what you do to make you happy, but don’t go searching or picking people to be your BFFL because you feel like that’s the only way to go about life.

As I see it, there is very rarely going to be one person that fulfills all of your friendship needs (don’t get out your pitchforks quite yet, there are exceptions). Similarly, it’s rare that you’ll find one song that you can listen to in any mood.

Backing up a tad: absolutely everyone in my friend family is writing blog posts about us. We call ourselves “Squad,” which seems super annoying and I like to think that we’re being ironic, but honestly it’s more of a title than anything else. We’re a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower. (Just kidding, none of those descriptors are accurate.) We’re a pretty weird cake-mix group of private school chicks, a Californian, guys who fight other people for leisure, and this other kid whose hair is made of gold.

We're not the Breakfast Club but here's a picture anyway. (photo credit)

Everyone else did cute little lists of “what everyone is” (i.e. book characters, music notes, etc.), and as the official squad Educator on Real Music and Other Important Things Such As Weird Sports Interview Videos, I thought it would be fitting to give everyone a song (or four). So, without further adieu, here is Squad + other friendlies as songs (a.k.a. The Playlist Based on People I Like, As Referred to by Their Secret Names That Aren’t Really Secret, As Well As One Sentence First Impressions Because That Adds Interest):

Goldilocks - Who is this kid that everyone is talking about?

      Dancing Through Life - Norbert Leo Butz (Wicked)

      Electric Feel - Brooke Adee (cover)

      Ghost (1 Mic, 1 Take) - Halsey

      Jenny from the Block (Track Masters Remix featuring Styles & Jadakiss) - Jennifer Lopez, Jadakiss & Styles P

Bub - That guy is cool-looking.

      Alphabet Boy - Melanie Martinez

      Ribs - LORDE

      Swim Good - Frank Ocean

      El Perdón - Nicky Jam & Enrique Iglesias

Papaya (a.k.a. The Taller Jew) - She’s the only person that can call me Sam.

      Shiksa Goddess -  Norbert Leo Butz (The Last Five Years) (How ironic.)

      Roll With the Punches - Lenka

      Hermit the Frog - Marina and the Diamonds

      A Higher Place - Adam Levine

La Playa (a.k.a. The Shorter Jew) - Someone told her I was shy?

      Seventeen - Marina and the Diamonds

      It Can’t Be True - 13 Original Broadway Cast

      The Scientist - Holly Henry (cover)

      Secrets - Mary Lamberts

The Oracle - All I remember is doing little children ballet together.

      Milk and Cookies - Melanie Martinez

      Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) - Heathers (Cast)

      Solitaire - Marina and the Diamonds

      Almost - Bowling For Soup

Spanish Professor - This guy is a mute (but actually just doesn’t speak English).

      Cheap Sunglasses - RAC

      Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song) - Billy Joel

      See Through - Pentatonix

      Ride (layered) - twenty one pilots

Mozart - He plays four billion and a half instruments whoa.

      Everything Else - Jennifer Damiano (Next To Normal)

     Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

      All That’s Known - Jonathan Groff (Spring Awakening)

      Don’t Wait - Mapei

Oblivious - Whence did this older human come?

      Your Song - Ellie Goulding (cover)

      Can’t Pin Me Down - Marina and the Diamonds

      Headphones - Matt Nathanson (feat. LOLO)

      A Miracle Would Happen - Norbert Leo Butz (The Last Five Years)

The Mind - I’M A FAN.

      Soap - Melanie Martinez

      Obsessions - Marina and the Diamonds

      It Won’t Be Long Now - Karen Olivo (In The Heights)

      Blue - Troye Sivan (feat. Alex Hope)

Rayos - Preschool, good times.

      No Me Diga - In The Heights (Cast)

      Coming Up Roses - Kiera Knightley

      La la Land - Demi Lovato

      Uncharted - Sara Bareilles

Kitten - Baby swimming lessons.

      White Teeth Teens - Lorde

      Future Fantasy - Beckii Cruel

      Who Needs You - The Orwells

      WILD - Troye Sivan

The Guys

      Expressing Yourself - Billy Elliot

The Girls

      Candy Store - Heathers (Cast)

These are super random and seemingly sort of unrelated to these people, but they just fit somehow. I hope you all enjoy your songs, and I hope everyone else enjoys as well!

Ciao xx
Names are a box