It was actually “Chop Suey!” by System of a Down. She shot up out of bed like a cartoon character in an ejector seat, then shut off the alarm and lay in bed for a few moments, doing breathing exercises to calm her pounding heart. Next, she refreshed her browser on the casting Web site she used, as had become her routine before bedtime, in the morning, and at other random points throughout the day. “Audition Results to Come…,” it still said. No matter how many times she refreshed the page, the results were still to come. Letting out an audible groan, she threw the blanket and sheet off and made her Walking Dead way to the bathroom, putting on her morning playlist. She connected her phone to Bluetooth, so that she had no choice but to be immersed in loud, rousing sound. “Off to the Races” by Lana Del Rey blasted through the room. Hair up. Wash face. Brush teeth. She decided to leave her hair up in a top bun because she just didn’t have a shower in her. One look at the tub and she couldn’t think of anything she wanted less than to be soaking wet, especially with water that might or might not get cold today.
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