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xxxxxxxxChase thought for a moment. What could he share about himself that wouldn't ruin his act? If you could really call it that. Chase was a great actor, it was in his blood, but was he constantly acting? The doctors diagnosed him as bi-polar, and though it was understandable, Chase didn't really know if he should have believed the shrink or not. At the moment, he was rather happy, normal. In a few seconds, he could snap and become a sadistic jerk. Was ignoring that issue acting, rather lying? It wasn't like he had to prove himself to these people, yet. "Well, I'm an artist, a musical artist," Chase corrected. He really hated telling his life story, so he tried to think of something that would cut it short. "I've moved around a lot, my parents are in theater, and I'm here because..." Because his parents blamed his so called disorder on traveling too much? "They thought it would be better to finish off school in one place." He looked at Jessie with a content smile and a nod, happy with the lie, answer he had given him. He felt a ping of pang, feeling as if he had told a lie, and quickly looked away. He didn't want to see any faces hurt... now. That decision could change in a heart beat. "What about you? How did you and your brother come to be here?"
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