PaintByNumbers14

(To the tune of "Rewrite the Stars") (Ringmaster) You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide I know you hate me And you say that I've lost my mind You claim it's not in the cards And you'd rather be miles away And out of reach of me But I have this device And you can't stop me if I decide That I'm your destiny What if I rewrite your mind? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart I'd be the one you were meant to find It's up to me, you'll never be free Only I can say what you're meant to be So why don't I rewrite your mind? Maybe you'll be all mine Tonight (Daphne) You think it's that easy? You think I'm going to run to you But I have willpower And there are doors I'll never walk through I know you're wondering why because you're able have So many at your beck and call But when you try that on me, you'll wake up and see That it was hopeless after all (Daphne, now hypnotized) But what if you rewrite my mind And make me say my will is thine Nothing will keep

Rose Gardner patrolled the hallways of the Wiley Performing Arts Center at Florida Panhandle University. It was just after midnight, into hour #3 of an eight hour overnight shift as a security guard at the building. Standing at 5’6, Rose was not the most imposing figure. But her job as a security job didn’t demand that she be all that intimidating. Her job was to notice if something was amiss and to call for help, not to fend off a burglar or trespasser if they got aggressive. Still, if she got into a scrape, she was much better able to handle her own than it might seem. She had taken karate most of her life, and was at this point a brown belt. She yawned. She wasn’t quite used to these late nights, even as she got as much sleep during the day as she could. Her body clock was still telling her it was time to go to bed, even if she got about seven hours earlier in the day. She reminded herself that this wouldn’t be forever. This job was helping to pay for classes to earn her