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Post by newwwwusername on Nov 21, 2023 20:48:14 GMT
Chronology : Leading into "I Don't Care Much" Warning : Nazi Germany, references to antisemitism (because, y'know, Nazis)
Emcee wished that someone would hold him close to their chest and tell them that they saw him as he was and loved him regardless of the parts of him that weren't socially acceptable.
Deep down, though, he knew that was unattainable. Sure, he'd run his dick through most of his coworkers at the Kit Kat Klub, but that was all just fun and games. Nothing serious.
He wasn't one for anyone to take too seriously. Everything was always just another joke. Just another performance. Who cared if he was actually upset, anyway? It hardly changed a thing.
Was he miserable? Yes. Yes, he was miserable. But who cares? Who fucking cares? There were more important things to worry about, like the rise of the Nazi party (which scared him deeply since he hadn't told any of his coworkers the truth- that he was a Jew) or whether or not Sally would ever return.
He got up on stage, prepared to deliver his most emotionally charged performance yet. He would put it all out there, a quiet plea for help that he knew no one would pick up on. After all, what else could he do?
"I don't care much..."
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