Typa Girl (norah's links)

NORAH SALOMON. FT. TAISSA FARMIGA

Typa girl that you wish for when you blow that candle out Typa girl that you wanna take back to your mama house Typa girl that don't ask for what she wants, she's takin' out Typa girl who got bag in same quality as Chanel

25 ans

américaine

bisexuelle

célibataire

chanteuse et actrice

Eddie Britt

01 Je suis l'avant dernière d'une fratrie de sept enfants, j'ai grandit à Boston dans une famille très religieuse de confession catholique. Mon prénom est un dérivé d'Eleanor. En hébreux, il vient d'elinora qui veut dire « Dieu est un feu ». ♬ 02 J'ai écrit ma première chanson à douze ans dans mon journal intime, c'était vraiment stupide, aujourd'hui je vous avoue que j'en ai un peu honte. ♬ 03 Je suis allergique aux fraises. ♬ 04 Je suis passionnée de K-Pop et une grande fan des BLACKPINK mais aussi de BABYMETAL. Entre autres, je pourrais aussi citer la musique traditionnelle japonaise comme mes inspirations les plus importantes ♬ 05 L'un de mes plaisirs coupables est le jeu Animal Crossing, j'adore y jouer et bizarrement ça a le don de me calmer. Je pourrais passer des heures à farmer des objets et à pêcher. J'ai eu toutes les versions possibles et inimaginables, je collectionne les cartes Amiibo et mon personnage favori toutes versions confondues est la biche Didi.

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

Matt Salomon

Frère ainé.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Sawyer Salomon

Soeur ainée.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Stefan Salomon

Frère ainé.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Harper Hartley

Nièce inconnue.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Tsvetan Salomon

frère adoptif.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Sydney Salomon

soeur ainée.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

Léo Keller

Match tinder

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Azara Salazar

Co-star et amie

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Estéban Clarke

Membre du groupe

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Daisy O'Connell

Co-Star

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Chayanne Fontes

Membre du groupe

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Liv Bridell

Co-Star

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

Parker Yoshida

Co-Star & Crush.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Rémi Clarke

Rivale.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Ulysse Fitzgerald

Crush.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

Rosemund Cohen

Meilleure amie.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. He stared down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. “You can’t bring that thing in here.” The fifty or so teenagers in line outside the Pandemonium Club leaned forward to eavesdrop. It was a long wait to get into the all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. The bouncers were fierce and would come down instantly on anyone who looked like they were going to start trouble. Fifteen-year-old Clary Fray, standing in line with her best friend, Simon, leaned forward along with everyone else, hoping for some excitement. “Aw, come on.” The kid hoisted the thing up over his head. It looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. “It’s part of my costume.” The bouncer raised an eyebrow. “Which is what?” The boy grinned. He was normal-enough-looking, Clary thought, for Pandemonium. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tendrils of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips. “I’m a vampire slayer.” He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. “It’s fake. Foam rubber. See?”

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

à vous

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

Moi

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— broke it

I let my true love die, I had his heart but I broke it everytime

@Léo Keller J'allais justement passer sur ta fiche hihi

On fait comme on a dit du coup Typa Girl (norah's links) 3565601232

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

@Norah Salomon héhé hihi

alors il faut savoir que Léo il se fiche du physique, il va toujours trouver un beau truc à complimenter, mais sur les intérêts ouais, ça peut clash en mode : je ne crois pas qu'on était supposé matché Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

et surtout en général lui il oublie l'app de rencontre so... Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

elle aura été chanceuse qu'il l'ai vu Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

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— broke it

I let my true love die, I had his heart but I broke it everytime

@Léo Keller Ah mais ouais, elle va être cash tellement Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

On peut se lancer une discussion sms pour commencer et voir ce que ça peut donner Razz

Elle va lui poser des questions complètement WTF Typa Girl (norah's links) 2171082943

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

@Norah Salomon MDRR Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

léo est tellement franc sauf quand il est obligé de mentir Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

même si la plupart du temps il peut répondre de peu pour éviter de mentir Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

mais ça risque d'être marrant

donc ouais, on peut partir sur ça!

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— broke it

I let my true love die, I had his heart but I broke it everytime

@Léo Keller Je vois le genre, je nous lance ça alors hihi

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

Parfait

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— broke it

I let my true love die, I had his heart but I broke it everytime

@Norah Salomon Hello you Typa Girl (norah's links) 2112057220

Comme prévu, je passe un petit coup sur ta fiche Typa Girl (norah's links) 3927969214

Déjà je me dis que ça pourrait être drôle que nos deux nanas se retrouvent dans le même hôtel à cohabiter hihi

Et après, je me dis qu'on pourrait jouer sur le fait qu'elles ne s'entendent pas forcément bien, avec les oppositions ( Norah jeune actrice montante VS Maureen qui sent sa carrière s'essouffler, Maureen qui jalouse/juge un peu Norah, en mode "t'es chanteuse ou actrice" ?), tu vois des petits trucs qui créent la rivalité et qui peuvent donner des RP un peu fun ? Avec bien sûr, des évolutions possibles à la clé luv

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nothing according to plan ☽ Whatever way, the same, nothing according to plan. If I could just see clearly, into you. The floating boat is carrying me and I can live my story differently.

@Maureen Fraser Coucou l'idée me plait mais pour le coup, je pense que Norah comprendra pas trop pourquoi, elle est aussi froide avec elle. Je me dis qu'elle pourrait même avoir du respect pour elle, apprécier les séries dans lesquelles elle a tourné, du coup elle serait un peu partagé entre oui c'est une bonne actrice mais elle est un peu cinglante quoi, je sais pas comment agir avec elle tu vois hihi

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

@Norah Salomon Pauvre Norah, elle a l'air tellement mignonne, ça va être dur pour moi de jouer Maureen en mode peste hihi

Mais j'aime bien ce que tu ajoutes, le côte incompréhension, c'est cool aussi et plus tard, Norah pourra réaliser que Maureen se sent juste menacée Typa Girl (norah's links) 1785380849

Et puis elles ont un lien commun avec Azara, donc ça peut jouer ça aussi, niveau rapprochement Typa Girl (norah's links) 43188229

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nothing according to plan ☽ Whatever way, the same, nothing according to plan. If I could just see clearly, into you. The floating boat is carrying me and I can live my story differently.

@Maureen Fraser Ah mais tkt, elle va rentrer dans son jeu et se montrer peste aussi Typa Girl (norah's links) 3565601232

Et oui ça rajoute du piquant, j'aime ce qui se profile entre les deux hihi

Oui y'a aussi le lien avec Azara et justement, elles s'entendent très bien sisi

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Singing I love rock and roll So put another dime in the jukebox baby I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me ☾☾

@Norah Salomon Bon ça va, si elles laissent toutes les deux leur côté diva s'exprimer Typa Girl (norah's links) 108674306

Mais oui, Maureen aime beaucoup Azara aussi donc voilà à un moment ou à un autre, elles seront forcément obligées de mettre leurs différents de côté Typa Girl (norah's links) 3507757973

C'est parfait du coup, on fait comme ça, j'aime beaucoup aussi ce qui se profile Typa Girl (norah's links) 2112057220

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nothing according to plan ☽ Whatever way, the same, nothing according to plan. If I could just see clearly, into you. The floating boat is carrying me and I can live my story differently.

Coucou toi Typa Girl (norah's links) 2112057220

J'ai pris mon temps avant de passer te faire un petit coucou, désolée pour le retard Typa Girl (norah's links) 2112057220

En tout cas, je suis carrément partante pour un lien avec Norah! Ce que je me dis, c'est qu'Amelie aurait clairement pu y aller au culot et contacter Norah pour savoir comment elle a réussi à percer. Elle a pas l'objectif de le faire en tant que chanteuse, mais plutôt en tant que danseuse et, clairement, elle veut rien d'autre que des conseils. A voir, en fonction de Norah, comment ça pourrait tourner par la suite?