I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another день in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much еще serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of Ты who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew. That just about made zero sense. Okay, I have to be going now to take the first scene. Wish me luck. My brother Darren is going to be Письмо for me.
Эй, guys I'm Darren. Whassup? I'm going to type up her lines here, even though I do not want to. Here goes.
(The King): Come along now Syria, we don't want to be late for the royal banquet tonight.
Syria: Alright!!! No need to yell. (mutters) He just wants to be the stupid boss of me, and I hate that. Rules to follow each day, a code to stick to, why can't I just be myself. That's who I really want to be.
(The King): Guards, go to the door and stand watch. Your Queen will be coming along with me to the royal banquet, and I do not want anything to be misplaced. Especially not my engagement ring. Understood?
Head Guard: Yessir.
(The King): Alright then.
Syria: Daddy, I thought Ты сказал(-а) that Ты didn't like bossing people around and bragging. Well, as far as I see, that's what Ты are doing now, only worse.

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