Mad As Rabbits |Open|

[Veronica Alese Nacht]

Veronica sighed and looked around. The place was a freaking ghost town. There was no one around, and Dream was sleeping soundly in one of the bedrooms closest to the main desk. Humming quietly Veronica tugged her skirt down and hopped onto the main desk. Nothing to do, no one to see, nowhere left to clean. She couldn't exactly just leave, she needed to stay as long as she could for the overtime pay. Her head bobbed back and forth lightly, plugging her headphones into her ipod she set the volume low in case anyone approached her. Panic! At The Disco flowed from the earbuds, soothing her nerves. She had been under a lot of stress lately, struggling to make ends meet and pay the rent.

Dream ate a lot more, a sure sign of her growing. She was tired a lot more too. Veronica paused to ponder on that thought, and it brought tears to her eyes. She was growing up so fast, and without parents. Veronica would have to tell her what had happened eventually, but for now she had to keep a look out for any paranormal activity from her. Hopefully she wasn't one, that way she could grow up and have a normal life. Or, at least as normal as things could get in this town. Scrolling through the songs on her ipod she paused at Mad As Rabbits. One of her favortie songs she clicked play and softly sang along.

Come save me from walking off a windowsill
Or I'll sleep in the rain.
Don't you remember when I was a bird
And you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America
Briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again
Can't get enough trash.

He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
And who could ask for anymore?
Yeah who could have more?

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
Preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved
At the train station.
Rope hung his other branch
And at the end was a dog called Bambi
Who was chewing on his parliaments
When he tried to save the calendar business.
He tried to save the calendar business.

He took the days for pageant
And became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Who could have more?

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
Fell to a cheap crowd
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
You know we live in a toy.
You know that Paul Cates
Bought himself a trumpet from the Salvation Army
But there ain't no sunshine in his song
We must reinvent love.
Reinvent love, reinvent love.

He took the days for pageant
And became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yeah who could have more?

We must reinvent love.
Reinvent love, reinvent love.

Veronica froze as she felt someone standing there, watching her. She looked up, quickly ripping the earbuds from her and wrapping the music player up. "Oh...hello."