[The day had ended well for Winslow, he was planning on visiting the Juicy Fruits concert and maybe giving an audition for Death records, the records owned by the Swan. Who knows, maybe Swan himself may show up. But that was another day. Winslow woke up to find something vastly different. Winslow felt like he was wearing something different, like a cloak and a black outfit. It was weird...did someone dress him up? Some kind of weird prank? His head felt heavier than usual--he had the misfortune of looking into the mirror.
A helmet. A gruesome helmet almost birdlike fitted on his head. Something was blocking one eye, maybe if he took off the helmet--no.
What happened to his face. Horrified he put the helmet right back on. What happened to his head?! Winslow attempts to make a shout, only to find nothing but strangled noises coming out. His voice...his face...someone took these from him...
Someone who KNEW him...this was some gruesome joke. Why did they want him in a show?! Was it for his song-writing ability? He had to find the way out, get out of here before these other cast members saw him and this hideous visage.
He's rushed off from his dressing room in a flutter of a cloak to the lobby, desperately rapping against the box office windows. Someone has to get him out of here! Someone is in charge they have to be!]
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But that was another day. Winslow woke up to find something vastly different. Winslow felt like he was wearing something different, like a cloak and a black outfit. It was weird...did someone dress him up? Some kind of weird prank? His head felt heavier than usual--he had the misfortune of looking into the mirror.
A helmet. A gruesome helmet almost birdlike fitted on his head. Something was blocking one eye, maybe if he took off the helmet--no.
What happened to his face. Horrified he put the helmet right back on. What happened to his head?! Winslow attempts to make a shout, only to find nothing but strangled noises coming out. His voice...his face...someone took these from him...
Someone who KNEW him...this was some gruesome joke. Why did they want him in a show?! Was it for his song-writing ability? He had to find the way out, get out of here before these other cast members saw him and this hideous visage.
He's rushed off from his dressing room in a flutter of a cloak to the lobby, desperately rapping against the box office windows. Someone has to get him out of here! Someone is in charge they have to be!]