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He'd have to ask, but he seemed to remember Logan mentioning a while back that schizophrenia started around this time, usually in men. He occasionally forgot that they weren't real, and he was also sick of the looks he got when he answered them or told them to shut up. He rubbed his forehead for a second, waiting to be sure that nothing else was coming. He was sick of hearing them, and if anyone knew he still did, they'd probably think he was crazy. “If you call dealing with them putting up with having them call me a has-been for thirty minutes before they answer a simple question, then sure, I know how to deal with them.”īetter a has-been than a never was, James' voice said in the back of his head, and Kendall sighed. “Because you know how to deal with them.” He was always getting shuffled off what he was doing to handle some Hollywood case only to get bounced right off it again. The new spots fell right on top of old stains, and somehow that never seemed to matter to him. The man was always covered in some sauce from his lunch. The balding man behind the desk wiped at his tie with a napkin. No, it was nothing like Rocque Records, and other than the yelling and general size, the men in question were nothing alike. He could see the parallels every time he walked into this office. His idea of a career had been a hell of a lot different back then. Funny, if anyone had told him at sixteen that he'd be doing this now, he never would have believed them. Rolling his eyes, Kendall got up from his desk and crossed the bull pen over to the lieutenant's office and leaned in the doorway. I wrote it back then, posted it, and took it down later, all under the name Youngeratheart.

I guess the main thing is, if this seems familiar, that's why. They still are awful, actually, that hasn't stopped, but during all this, I started rereading this story, read it more than once while my grandpa was in the hospital and after he died, and I ended up starting another story in this series, and I decided it might be worth sharing them all again.

I know better now, but also, I recently went through a really, really bad time, and I rediscovered Big Time Rush during it, and the show and their songs helped keep me going when things were awful. Back then, I thought I could make a career of it. It was written before season three (at least before Lucy Stone) and I ended up taking all of these stories and a few others offline when I decided to focus on writing original fiction. I can't remember the precise date, but my dropbox says the file was modified ten years ago, and that fits with the general timeline. This is a story I originally wrote and posted back in 2011.

Crazytalk 7 why does my face move nearby image?