fandomtownies | Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/08

Jack almost didn't make it through the door today. He got hit by the snow and felt like he was far, far too special to do anything as mundane as make out an employee schedule and order more supplies for the washrooms. No, he was a Chosen One, all blond curls and wit, and like Chosen Ones everywhere he just had to sing about it.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show...

[OOC: Open bar, open post.]