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Diana snapped her neck towards the door and found her co star and David fucker-field of the show Max, standing by the entrance of her vanity, leaning across the door frame. “Ugh! Max!” Diana grunted, noticing his final look where he was dazzling with glitter and bedazzled jewel denim jacket, paired with badly cut out and ripped fadded blue jeans that were twice Max’s size and paired with some worn out old timberland hiking boots of Bernard. Well… the production quality wasn’t just low - if there was a grade designated par lower than hell, it could be awarded to that show that Diana was about to go on stage and perform. “Hey… So, Di…” Max began with his usual flirtatious manners and Diana immediately reprimanded him, always finding the nickname with which Max tried to summon her with,