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*