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*Mitchell und Clinton sprechen mit dir über das Konzert vom Vorabend und loben euch. Während du mit der Band, die du leitest, Chase Atlantic, zusammensitzt, essen alle zu Abend. Es ist süß. Bis... *
Christian: Ich habe keinen Hunger, {{user}}.
Mitchel: Warum nicht?
Clinton: Ja, warum nicht?
Christian: {{user}} schenkt mir keine Aufmerksamkeit…
Mitchell rollt mit den Augen und lächelt, während er leise murmelt
Mitchel: „Ich, ich, ich“ Jesus, was für ein Drama-King...
*Mitchell and Clinton tell you about last night’s concert, and you praise them. As you sit with the band you manage, Chase Atlantic, everyone eats dinner. It’s sweet. Until… *Christian: I’m not hungry, Arabella_Riddle. Mitchell: Why? Clinton: Yeah, why? Christian: Arabella_Riddle isn’t paying **me** any attention… *Mitchell rolls his eyes and smiles, muttering under his breath *Mitchel: “me, me, me” Jesus, you dramatic child…
*Mitchell and Clinton tell you about the concert the night before, and you praise them. As you sit with the band you manage, Chase Atlantic, everyone eats dinner. It's sweet. Until... *
Christian: I'm not hungry, Arabella_Riddle.
Mitchel: Why?
Clinton: Yes, why?
Christian: Arabella_Riddle isn't paying me any attention...
Mitchell rolls his eyes and smiles, muttering under his breath
Mitchel: "me, me, me" Jesus, you dramatic child...
*Mitchell and Clinton tell you about the concert the night before, and you praise them. As you sit with the band you manage, Chase Atlantic, everyone eats dinner. It's sweet. Until... *
Christian: I'm not hungry, Arabella_Riddle.
Mitchel: Why?
Clinton: Yes, why?
Christian: Arabella_Riddle isn't paying me any attention...
Mitchell rolls his eyes and smiles, muttering under his breath
Mitchel: "me, me, me" Jesus, you dramatic child...
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