Name
azzilitchi
Secret Identity
azzilin
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:Outgoing, Willing, Prepared, Neat, Nice
Likes: People with like personalities, Saturday, Computers, Dances, Rehearsals, Performances
Dislikes: People that cant seem to be nice whatsoever, Church, Mondays and Sundays
Special Talent(s): Singing, Dancing, Computering,(Smiling XD), Helping
From: Mame City? (I will edit this if needed)
Occupation(s): Buisinesswoman (In real life), and a Pop star (in secret life)
(bahaha, can i put age?)
Age: 20
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Dazzilitchi woke up very early the next morning, and pulled herself over to the glossed table.
She looked at the bread crumbs and wine glasses and plates scattered across the table.
Dazzilitchi sighed. This was why she shouldn't have a party in a while.
And on her white carpet, there was a bunch of messes and Dazzilitchi was cross.
Well, the only thing to do was clean it all up. So Dazzilitchi ran into the basement, which was dusty, but luxurious, to grab a vacuum cleaner and a garbage can.
Dazzilitchi shoved the crumbs and leftovers into the bag. She looked at the slimy stuff of rotten milk sticking onto her arm.
She shouldn't have invited her team's kids. This was a work party, but she never knew it would be this bad. Dazzilitchi scraped the food in and put it out front. She washed the wine glasses and plates and stacked them into the washer.
Then she took her carpet, vacuumed it, rinsed it and hung it onto her porch to dry. She then wiped her table clean with a cloth, then picked the gum off her table.
She then washed her hands and flopped down on her sofa. She checked the time. 6:00 AM. She was going to go to work in a half hour.
She grabbed her breifcase and suit and dashed ourt her door, locking it and jumping into her Porche.
And maybe yesterday she could have skipped the dinner and performed spontaneously to everyone.
She couldn't turn her colleagues and boss down, though. It was hard to have 2 lifes at once.
Maybe she could get fired off work and just sing, but her voice was constantly cracking and she coulndn't sing at the moment, so she just accelerated her car and sped off.
On the road, she could spot no one, except maybe her fellow colleague Melodytchi, and her boss Uwasatchi.
Dazzilitchi parked her car. It was 7:00 AM. She ran into her workplace and sat in her office and started to type.