Alternative version of Beauty And The Beast - extremely old Angela Lansbury style
aka “What happens when Sophie and Kari spot a piano and a microphone…”
April 2012
I just went shopping by myself in a Danish food shop and I was doing really well until the guy asked if I wanted a receipt, to which I replied, after he waggled it around to show me what he was talking about, “Yes, please… I mean… grins nervously”. I TRY, I REALLY DO.
I JUST WET MYSELF FROM EXCITEMENT. LSDJF;LSDKFJLSDFKJ
Thank you! :)



Thank you! :’)


Thank you so much! :)
THANK YOU, LEA! :D

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hehehehe … u so funny! - and oh nos to the nail varnish .. sad times. LOL - concerts where people can’t leave - NIFTY
I know. The plan is to start with Blow, Gabriel, Blow and sing it as many times as it takes for me to get sick of it and then move onto something else. DON’T CRY, KARI. BE STRONG. Also, I can only bring one nail varnish because I have to fit it in the plastic back and you know how many products I have to bring.

I’ve decided that I’m going to give a concert on the ‘plane. Currently working on a set list. It’s just too good an opportunity to pass up. It’s either a concert or a one woman performance of The Sound of Music. I JUST WANT TO SING.
See what I did there?
Btw, Boots didn’t have your nail polish! :O I’ll check later on in the week or next week though. I thought I’d better forewarn you though, didn’t want you breaking down when I arrive without your “Woo Me” by 17.

i just found a karaoke for Could I Leave You?
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never mind that I’m only 18. I SANG HELLO, YOUNG LOVERS IN A CONCERT WHEN I WAS 14. I CAN DO THIS.
I went to this really expensive shop for ~gentlemen in town this afternoon to buy something for my brother’s birthday (ridiculously expensive red socks because that’s how he rolls). The man that runs the shop is a member of the local musical theatre and, since I haven’t been part of it for almost 3 years, I was sure he wouldn’t recognise me because being a teenager, I’ve changed a lot in that time. So I went up to him:
“You probably don’t remember me…”
“Of course I do. I’ve sung with you many times.”
“Oh, you do!” *now feeling incredibly stupid*
“How are you?”
“Not too bad thanks.”
blah blah blah
“I’m thinking of rejoining the society after the show.”
“You should never stop singing because you’re incredible.”
“Thank you!”
“You always had a way of feeling a song. Some people just stand up and sing but you felt it, I always remember that.”
“Oh, wow, well, thank you so much.”
“I look forward to singing with you again!”

