Fairy dust helps you forget

I get a kick outta prepping the 2013 batch of Hall 13 Pigeons for DnD. They're such sweethearts. I watch them having the same fun we had last year. It's so pleasant to see them working it on our make-shift runway, but it's strangely stinging too. I miss getting small shocks and realising I'm not the only weirdo around. I miss faking like it's completely not awkward maitaining eye contact on stage. I miss singing disney songs at the top of my lungs. I miss knowing we could rule (part of) this world. I should stop now.