I awoken to the sound of bells. The usual bells that I was familiar with. The morning bells in my room, the ones above my bed. They were the ones that helped me wake up but also the ones that I dreaded, and the dressers, the makeup artists, the grromers come marching in, in 3,...2,...1-

1. The Dark.

2. An apple? Is that all?

3. I'm not even sure if I even WAS gay!