Well, I’m at the movie theater now. I’m very sorry that my Muse has to miss this. The movie starts in an hour. The lobby is getting packed and it’s full of excitement. I wish that we could share the excitement together, but we can’t. She’s just an eight year old girl with all the restrictions…
Meanwhile, in the Muse’s room…
Muse: It’s not fair! Why do they have to be so stupid about me seeing the movie? I love Star Wars! I loved it since I was a teenager…Wait! I was a teenager?
Muse: Urrr…This stupid body. Why do I have to be eight years old? Oh yay. I can use the potty now like a big girl but I still can’t hold it at night…*sigh* These stupid diapers…When can I stop wearing them? I can remember being fully potty trained before I turned three! Wait! How am I remembering all of this? Have I lived…another life?
*Muse glances at her hands and sighs*
Muse: That’s right. All my memories are still there, but they’re repressed when I’m this age so I can remember any of them. But how am I remembering them? Urgh! I wanna see Star Wars! But I can’t! ‘Cause I’m a stupid little girl. Adults get to do everything! But I am an adult! An adult trapped in this body! Why can’t I escape? *sigh* It doesn’t matter. I can’t see Star Wars: The Last Jedi… *sniff*
*Muse closes her eyes and begins to sob uncontrollably*
Muse: No! I wanna see Star Wars! I wanna see Star Wars! I WANNA SEE STAR WARS!!!! I WANNA SEE IT! I WANNA SEE IT!!!
*Muse begins flashing brightly*
Muse: I WANNA SEE IT! I WANNA SEE IT!!! I WANNA SEE IT!!!!!
Muse continues flashing and grows taller while she was still crying*
Muse: I WANNA SEE IT!!!! I WANNA…Wait! Why does my voice sound different? Wait a second…I’m an adult! Let’s try something out…
*Muse flashes and shrinks back to her eight year old self*
Muse: And now I’m eight! That’s pretty cool! Can I do this?
*Muse creates a clone of herself laying fast asleep in her bed*
Muse: I can! Now I’ll turn back…
*Muse flashes and grows back to her adult self*
Muse: Yay! I can go and see Star Wars after all! And I still have my ticket! I bought it while I was still a giant…
*Muse runs into the bathroom and begins shuffling clothes around*
Muse: I need to change into my Princess Leia costume! I’ll get the buns…And now my robe…and there. Kyle, you better save a seat for because I’m coming! I get to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi! Yay!
*Muse flies into the air towards the movie theater*