I'm back!

After hiding for 94 days to get away from tabloids I am back. I called my group and they weren't happy with me at all. They wondered where I went and I said it was top secret and I couldn't tell them where I was or anything. They totally blew me off. I asked what was wrong with them and they just laughed. They told me to look at every concert tape and to read our tabloids from the day we began. I didn't know what they meant so I just said that I would make a new single hit for them. The maded a 'pfft' sound and hung up. I don't know how I'm going to write a new hit..
On the brighter note, Roxxi Blackwell is no more. People hated her song soon after I hid away and shes been as bad since then.

So out of gloating that she fell off of the charts, I called her.

Me: Is roxxi blackwell there?
Roxxi: Yeah who is this?
Me: Dana Phillips. Your worst enemy.
Roxxi: Oh god. what do you want, drag queen?
Me: I wouldn't be telling me that. Considering how you *coughs* fell off the charts and failed to death and all... :)
Roxxi: Um, I didn't fall of the charts... Anyways, how have you and your backup friends been in the singing group?
Me: *lies* Well we are now all working on a great new song and it will go triple platinum.
Roxxi: Alright. We'll bet on it.
Me: Bet what?
Roxxi: If your song is sooo good and goes triple platinum or more, you can make fun of me all you want, in the tabloids, whatever. If it doesn't, vise versa.
Me: Hm. Good deal, although I'll have to say no.
Roxxi: Why? Can't take the hype?
Me: Ha. Hilarious. No becuase I don't have to go and make fun of you. It's already done.
Roxxi: Right! Wait--
Me: Exactly. *hangs up*
Roxxi: Aw crap. *hangs up*

I feel real good right now. What can my new single be about? Friendship? Great. Alright. Well edit later.