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emilieautumnarchives · 3 years ago

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Newsletter: New Music! New Treasure!

Sent: November 16, 2021

We've got a double announcement in this one (and more I wanted to make in fact, but didn't want to overwhelm more than I already surely am).

To begin with:

If you're on my IG, then you already know about this, but if you're not, then welcome to my harpsichord-enriched cover of Iggy Pop's fabulously unintentionally(?) creepy song “The Passenger,” now available for download/listening everywhere!!!

A handy guide to just a few of the biggies:

☞ Spotify

☞ YouTube

☞ Apple Music

☞ Amazon Music

Now, a bit of backstory:

With all my new original compositions and recordings going straight into the fast-heating-up Asylum musical, covers are a really fun departure from all that for a moment, and this one was a gift to Scorps (Marc Senter, your fellow Inmate W14BB).

He was playing "The Passenger" recently and I said, “This is obviously about a serial killer who goes hunting around the city in the dark luring people into his car, stealing their valuables, and then depositing their corpses into the sea.” And Scorps tells me, “Actually, psycho, I think it’s about driving around with David Bowie.” So I listened to it again and thought, “Ummm…no, I’m quite positive I’m right on this one.” (I’m not right.) “Let’s go play some harpsichord.”

Suffice it to say that I ended up singing the song not as myself, but through the character of “The Scavenger” from the FLAG album, who in the Asylum musical is in fact Dr. Greavesly aka J. the Ripper before he becomes JtR (as any clever Ratty who has read the Asylum book has surely figured out).

Do go have a listen, and I dearly hope you enjoy the song and all the creepy I could stuff into it, because creepy is apparently in the glitter encrusted eye of the beholder. ✨

AND NOW!!!

I know it's only November, but with special edition items that take time to engrave, I would be an imbecile if I didn't release this, the ultimate holiday gift for the truly committed Asylum denizen, right now.

My new Premium Engraved Plague Rat Logo Necklace (with FREE SHIPPING no less) may well be the most luxe item I've ever offered at the Emporium. With a core of Premium 316L Stainless Steel and the option (for no extra cost) of an outer shell of 18k gold, our iconic rat logo is precision etched onto the medallion, not printed, and the thickness and quality of the piece is an absolute dream.

Now, I don't mean to be crass, but I frankly suck at selling things. I hate it. I want everybody to have everything they want always, I'm not comfortable accepting payment for anything, and if I had the means, I would gladly give away everything I ever made to anyone who wants it for nothing, from t-shirts to theatre tickets (this isn't a backhanded compliment to myself by the way, because it isn't actually an attribute but a downfall, and if I saw this attitude in you, for example, I would sharply reprimand you and tell you that what you do has spectacular value and that you should be proud and that anyone who doesn't want to buy whatever it is you're working like holy hell to do for a living doesn't have to and you deserve every penny you can scratch up in this filthy world and so on and so on, but I'm very simply a shyte salesperson and that's the end of it).

But! I'm not going to be shy about this one...I love this piece...it goes straight to my Asylum heart and plates it with gold and says, yes, you've transformed from victim to victorious and not only owned it all but bloody gilded it, and now you go forth and represent your gloriously mad self like a damned queen.

So, as ever I proclaim, the best gifts don't cost a dime, and no one, NO ONE needs to spend one to be a true Asylum Inmate and have my heart (shyte salesperson, see?).

THAT SAID!

IF you are perchance looking for the ultimate gift this holiday season for the Plague Rat in your life (and you may certainly count yourself, my dear), let us just say that I've got you covered.

#newsletter #2021 #the passenger #musical era

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stunudo · 7 years ago

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BAU Prep School AU: 2018

Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. (image link) 2016-2017 school year Class of 18

Let’s Try This Again

August 21, 2017 12:47pm

The dampness of the air lingered on every blade of perfectly shorn grass. The mud and chalk melded into a homelike aroma, welcoming JJ back, as she strolled from her car in flipflops and oversized sunglasses. She wrinkled her nose; those boys were going to be a smelly mess in this heat. As she crossed the football field, she spotted him taking shots at the goal, bouncing the balls at all angles and doing bicycle kicks and generally goofing around. He was in his element, his grin wide across his features, which was understandable; he still believed himself alone.

JJ burst into a comical round of applause as he hit the turf hard, after an overly ambitious kick forced him into something resembling a snowboarding move.

“Need a hand?” JJ peered down as he lay with his chest heaving.

“Nah, I’m good. The grass will bury me by next week.” Luke Alvez waved off her outstretched hand. “What are you doing here Jareau?”

“Had to make sure my boys were on their best behavior,” She kneeled beside him, now lounging on his side.

“So, you’re not checking up on me?” Luke teased, balancing his forearms on his knees, unable to settle the excitement within himself. “Cuz I’d say you have enough to worry about right now.” She leaned back, rubbing her perfect baby belly affectionately. “What’s the countdown to now?”

“29 days, but who’s counting?” JJ glanced down her nose. “Come on, humor me with some drills. I need to move.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” Luke rolled a nearby ball her way before dramatically flipping back upright.

That’s how the students found them, their new coach playing goalie as their overly pregnant coach kept him dodging for every corner of the box with her pristine aim. The upperclassmen suffered through tryouts before school began each year as their games started the second week of September, freshmen rarely made starter squad anyhow. If the boys wanted to learn something about grit, these were the best teachers they could have asked for. Not that teenagers ask for things so freely given.

Friday September 1 10:32am

It was as if no time had passed, they filed into the Delaney Owens Memorial Library with casual conversation spilling over the meeting’s set start time. The faculty of the Frederick Buchanan Institute gathered for their annual staff pop-wow. Penelope Garcia sat straight backed at Headmaster Hotchner’s left as her boyfriend and football coach, Derek Morgan leaned casually beside her, making small talk with veteran math teacher, Jordan Todd.

“Alright, everyone, let’s make it official. Welcome to the new school year, for those of you unable to attend our little development weekend in July, we have two new staff members this Fall.” Hotch gestured to the middle of the table to his right. “Luke? Would you like to introduce yourself?”

Luke nodded and held up his hand in a short wave, “Luke Alvez, your new Foreign Language teacher and interim soccer coach. Originally from the Bronx, played professionally after college and have been teaching in California and most recently the Carolinas for eight years.”

“Thanks, alright, now the other new face. Matt?” Hotch looked to the far end of the table, the statuesque Asian man smiled slyly with only one cheek.

“I’m Matt Simmons. I’m filling in for Coach Jareau’s classes while she is on leave. I am currently taking a leave of absence, myself, as foreign correspondent for Al Jazeera, but before that I was on the D.C. political scene.”

“Oh, the girls are going to eat you boys up!” Mrs. Todd teased the pair of attractive new teachers.

“Jordan.” Hotch chuckled.

“Oh, who am I kidding, this day and age, everyone is going to love you.” She sighed, spinning back to the headmaster in her seat.

“Right, anyway, welcome, to you both. Penelope?” Hotch kept the meeting succinct.

Ms. Garcia squealed quietly as she spun to address the whole faculty. “Friends, teachers, countrymeh- peoples. Hi!” The meeting continued, Penelope and Hotch covering the new schedules and upcoming events. Something in the air felt more relaxed than years past, as if the summer had yet to release the staff of her transfixing spell. They made their way to the cafeteria, Chef David Rossi’s delights tantalizing their noses from halls away.

“I’ve got to be honest, I am surprised Jareau didn’t make it today,” Luke confided to Emily and Hotch.

“I was surprised I got her to stay home,” Emily deadpanned. “I’m sorry about tryouts, she really doesn’t listen to reason.”

“No, it was fine. Besides, kept the guys on their toes, her shooting past me even with that big belly.” Luke smirked, Hotch sighed as Emily’s face fell.

“She was playing?!”

“What?” Luke froze. “Uh, no, not really.” His face a mask of fear and inability to lie. They had arrived to find their meals waiting. Two tables set equally for seven, saving Luke from the awkward explanation, he quickly followed Spencer, who was chatting with Alex and Stephen animatedly.

“Smooth, Alvez.” Derek patted him on the shoulder as Emily stepped passed them, anxiously checking her phone. Matt Simmons was the last one to join his coworkers, Rossi had already served everyone and had sat himself between Kate and Tara. This left the last free seat next to Alex Blake. He slipped between the Drama and Debate teacher and the ever-bubbly Guidance Counselor. “Ladies, how are we doing this afternoon?”

Alex didn’t respond but held his curious gaze as Penelope began excitedly chippering away to his right.

Tuesday Sept. 5 10am

The summer heat hadn’t relented for two weeks, leaving the players exhausted and desperate after only an hour of running drills. The linemen had the field while the quarterbacks and wide receivers were working through their flexibility drills inside. May Howard never wanted to tackle her own teammates as badly as when they were able to walk back into the airconditioned school.

“Submariners! Positions!” Coach Morgan barked from his perch on the sled. “That means you too, Turner!”

Lucas filled in beside May as their hands and heads fell into line across the turf. Their lungs strained as they waited for the starting whistle. Their coach eyed them, leaving the moment lingering; training their reflexes as much as trying their patience. Then the blast, a jolt of force pushed the large metal framework.

“Don’t stop, get it,” Derek pushed his team. “You go until the play ends. You go until their line breaks and then you take them down!”

May hated being shorter than the guys in moments like this, her legs crossing twice as many steps to keep up with theirs. Lucas laughed as the Coach drew out his ending whistle. Their bodies burning hotter than the midday sun.

“Shower up. We hit the playbook tomorrow. Hard.”

12:57pm

Azalene Curtis could not believe this is where they had been enrolled for the new school year. The place was a freaking castle, she gawked out of the driver’s side as pulled up to the parking lot nearest the Rothschild Auditorium. Her little brother, Jackson, was running late for Freshman Orientation and of course she had to be the one to drop him off. Her hair was braided and wrapped around her head to keep its weight back and off her neck. She helped her brother out of his side of the car and walked him to the doors that had been propped open.

“Lena, you can go now.” Jackson grunted, his elbow crutches easily maneuvered over the lip of the door frame.

“Are you sure? This is an old building, make sure you ask for help if there are too many stairs.” She always worried he would be too pig-headed and miss a class, something their parents tended to ignore when it did happen.

“Are you going to be like this all year?”

“What? Looking out for you? Hell yeah, high school is vicious.”

“You said the same thing about middle school.”

“And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Whatever, loser, see you later.”

“Have fun, Jax!” Lena turned to descend the slightly inclined walking path. A sleek red convertible came to a screeching halt at the sidewalk. A tiny Hispanic girl nearly jumped from the passenger’s seat as her older brother called from the driver’s side.

“Don’t be rude, Rita. It looks bad on all of us!” Ignacio Cruz reprimanded his freshman sister.

“Go to Hell, Iggy. I’m only rude when you make me late!” And she ran past the Curtis siblings as if they weren’t even there.

Wed. Sept. 6 7:31am

“Good morning everybody. My name is Matt Simmons and I will be filling in for Coach Jareau this fall. I know formality is expected here, but I believe in mutual respect. If you can act in an appropriate manner, you get to call me by my first name.” He stood at the front of his first hour Journalism class in a fresh gray button down matched with a black and white paisley tie. He read the crowd easily, from the overly attentive girl in the front row to the completely disinterested guys in the back.

“You’re actually the Matt Simmons.” Sacha Kane took a quick picture of him. “Best first day of school. Ever.” She read her caption to her Instagram post barely beneath her breath.

“Guys? No pictures, this is a classroom.” Matt sighed. “For those of you who don’t know me, I am a reporter with Al Jazeera. I have a bachelor’s degree from NYU and a master’s from GW.”

“You’re also Hannah’s uncle.” Iggy Cruz added from his perch in the last row, attempting to bring the new teacher down a peg.

“That is correct, Hannah Chang is my sister’s daughter.” Matt smiled easily, arrogant senior guys weren’t really that intimidating after reporting in conflict zones for the past ten years. “And your father is on the Board of Regents and Maya here is Mr. Walker’s daughter. It’s really cozy here at F.B.I., isn’t it?”

“We’re all about getting cozy, handsome.” Sacha leaned back, biting her lip.

“Ms. Kane?” Mr. Simmons raised his eyebrows. “Are we going to have a problem?”

She rolled her eyes and sat up straight, his voice switched from sultry to commanding in an instant. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from his first day teaching, but this certainly hadn’t been it. Mr. Simmons turned down the lights and began his opening presentation. He left the class with reading assignments and to bring in a print media example of a current events opinion piece for the next day.

“Way to piss off the new teacher, Sacha. Since when do we have homework on the first day?” Jake sassed down at his flirtatious classmate on the way to his second period.

“Jakey, come on. He had that ready before I even snapped a pic.” She grinned confidently. “This semester is going to get me past ten thousand followers.”

10:36am

Luke Alvez’s throat hurt from talking during his morning classes. He started the semester with simple conversations, introductions and asking about the students. Second period was the beginners, but most of the teens had some knowledge of the language as their household staff or nannies may have spoken it around them. There was only one crack about tequila or cerveza, which he chalked up as a win. Now that he was done with his long stretch of classes, he realized how early in the day it was to have lunch.

“I feel like I just had breakfast.” Luke admitted as he grabbed his plate from the cart that Rossi had wheeled in to the staff dining hall, before ducking back to the cafeteria.

“You’re telling me, man. But if you don’t eat now, you’re going to regret it.” Derek shared from experience.

“How’s your first day going, teach?” Kate teased as she dug into her perfectly prepared meal.

“Pretty good, all things considered. I guess Penelope was teaching them at the end of last semester, so I can’t really win any popularity contests.”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, man. My girl has these kids by the heartstrings and their parents by their wallets, but she was not meant to be teaching. Trust me.” Derek Morgan chuckled.

“We’re just glad you’re here now. Let the craziness of last year be left in the past.” Tara added in her comforting voice.

“Funny the history teacher is talking about leaving things in the past,” Alvez chided.

“Oh, watch out, he’s got the comeback.” Derek egged his coworkers on.

They continued like that up until the bell rattled them back to reality. The easy banter hinting that perhaps this team was going to work out while past line ups had left people slipping between the cracks.

3:42pm

Spencer had been to the principal’s office numerous times over his academic career. Usually as the victim of some sort of bullying, the bruises hidden beneath his oversized clothing. Once it was because he had explained something during a biology lesson and his lab partner thought he was sexually harassing her. And another had been because his history teacher deemed him a distraction to other students and he had to remain in the principal’s office for the remainder of the quarter during that class period. The principal promptly retired the following summer.

These experiences were racing through his thoughts as he knocked on Hotch’s office door after the first day of the new school year. Clammy hands betraying his nerves.

“Come in,” the headmaster’s voice genial. “Reid? Everything okay?”

“You tell me,” Spencer didn’t sit but stood with one hand in his pocket to hide the tension it held. “I have fewer classes on my schedule this year and you gave Sociology to a glorified cameraman.”

“Matt Simmons has an undergraduate degree in Sociology, Reid. He is more than qualified to teach an introductory class on it.”

“As do I. In addition to my three doctorates in other fields.”

Hotch eyed the younger man. “Reid! What is this really about?”

“Do you think I can’t handle the course load? Did I somehow lower the standards with a full schedule?”

“Last year I lost two qualified educators, one to a personal vendetta of a student and one to trauma from the hands of another student. I cannot put my faculty at risk of burn out or exhaustion when the very people we are charged with nurturing could, rather poetically, bite the hand that feeds them.”

“This isn’t about my curriculum?”

“No.”

“Or my attempt at a stargazing club?”

“Not at all, though that really was just asking for kids to sneak off and neck.”

“Neck?” Spencer rubbed his absentmindedly, not getting the reference.

“Spencer,” Hotch leaned on his desk top, signaling the science teacher to sit as well. “I purposely gave you a prep period this year. I don’t want you to work yourself sick. We need to all be on our A game. That means accepting a break, even if we think we’re invincible.”

Spencer’s lips curled into a blushing smirk. “Clever word choice, Hotch. Invincible is late Middle English but has Latinate roots; ‘in’ and ‘vincibilis’ respectably.”

“Reid.”

“Sir?”

“I asked a lot of you, and even more so of Penelope, last term. This is my way of trying to remedy that.”

“Oh.” Spencer caught on. “Well, it was my pleasure. Besides, I kind of owed it to her, too.”

“No, you didn’t, but that’s what makes you a great teacher, Reid. You care so deeply, you take on the burdens of other’s growth. Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Friday Sept 8 6:12pm

Maya Walker scrambled through loading the dishwasher, causing both her parents to glance between themselves. She had three different chapters to read, a dozen geometry problems to proof out and a trumpet solo to prepare for seating auditions next week. The pressure was starting to sink in. She gave up snapping Meg Callahan and just called her on speaker.

“This is only the first week of the next four years of my life and I am DROWNING, girl.”

“Hey, Maya.” Meg’s voice sounded overly cheerful.

“Did you just answer the phone at the dinner table? Nu-uh, Kate is going to kill you!”

“Rough week? That sucks,” The line became muffled as Meg clearly played on her aunt’s sympathies to get excused early from the family meal. “Okay, I have ten, twelve minutes tops before she is going to call your mom and check on you.”

“You didn’t have to answer, dork!”

“I couldn’t stand it! Chris was doing light saber noises while trying to convince Kit to eat his Brussel sprouts. They’re Brussel sprouts! It is physically impossible to like them until you’re at least twenty-five!”

“Preach!” Maya filled in. “But seriously, I am dying. Do you have homework? Maybe we can hit the bookstore tomorrow or Sunday. I am going to lose it if I am stuck in my room all weekend.”

“It’s the first week of school, I have like one page of Algebra homework.”

“Which could take hours.”

“Mrrrrrrp. Nope, sorry. I can’t draw it out that long.”

“Please? Because you value me as a friend and person?”

“Maya Walker, don’t go begging now!” Meg cackled. “But seriously, I am sorry you have so much work. And I am slightly terrified for next year. Hey, you said you signed up for Journalism, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Is Mr. Simmons as hot as Kate is saying he is?”

“Whoa, go Kate!” Maya cheered on the nurse’s taste. “Yes, he is built like a Greek god, with all the ageless beauty of his Asian roots.”

“Ugh, I wish my teachers were hot.”

“Dude!”

“Okay, well, like, not our parents, obviously.”

“I should hope so!” Mara shuddered. “But seriously, Journalism is first hour, he already knows my name and who I am. It’s going to be a long year.”

“Still a great view to wake up for every morning.”

“Whatever, traitor. So no study sesh this weekend?”

“Nah, sorry. I am babysitting and then we have something on Sunday.”

“You owe me!”

“Yeah, yeah, well I better scram. Hugs!”

“Thanks, Meg. Talk later.”

“Yep.”

Maya hung up the phone and fell dramatically into the mound of quilts atop her bed. She was procrastinating, but something about two days and four assignments felt daunting. After twenty minutes on her favorite puzzle game, she gave in. She got out her trumpet and got to work.

Next Chapter: Uphill

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niallhcranarchive · 8 years ago

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today is gonna be a good day! ☼ [ LISTEN HERE ]

“i don’t need a fortune cookie to tell me the way i’m feeling” | a niallhcran original ☽ the following is a playlist compiled of upbeat songs and good vibes, perfect for a mood boost or to start your day on a positive feeling! finding motivation to get on with your day can be difficult in these trying times, but in my opinion, music is the best medicine. need a beat to get you through studying, cleaning, or maybe just something to smile at right when you wake up? a cheery break from whatever’s been looming over you all day? or maybe just something to jam to for no reason (my favorite!), whatever the case, this is the playlist for you! spring is right around the corner, press play on this, roll your windows down, and start soaking in the sun! this playlist will continue to be updated with time. please like/reblog if you share or enjoy this! here is the starting tracklist for your previewing pleasure:

1. a-yo - lady gaga 2. act my age - one direction 3. the age of worry - john mayer 4. american boy - estelle ft. kanye west 5. anything could happen - ellie goulding 6. baby - justin bieber ft. ludacris 7. bang bang - jessie j, ariana grande, nicki minaj 8. bb good - jonas brothers 9. be alright - ariana grande 10. be my forever - christina perri ft. ed sheeran 11. beauty and a beat - justin bieber ft. nicki minaj 12. best song ever - one direction 13. bigger than my body - john mayer 14. black magic - little mix 15. born this way - lady gaga 16. break free - ariana grande ft. zedd 17. breakout - miley cyrus 18. bright - echosmith 19. cake by the ocean - dnce 20. california gurls - katy perry ft. snoop dogg 21. call me maybe - carly rae jepsen 22. can’t feel my face - the weeknd 23. can’t stop the feeling - justin timberlake 24. castle on the hill - ed sheeran 25. catch fire - 5 seconds of summer 26. check it out - nicki minaj ft. will.i.am 27. chocolate - the 1975 28. closer - the chainsmokers ft. halsey 29. countdown - beyoncé 30. dance with me tonight - olly murs 31. don’t wanna know - maroon 5 ft. kendrick lamar 32. drag me down - one direction 33. the edge of glory - lady gaga 34. electric love - borns 35. end of the day - one direction 36. feel so close - calvin harris 37. fire starter - demi lovato 38. fireproof - one direction 39. firework - katy perry 40. float on - modest mouse 41. fly with me - jonas brothers 42. fourfiveseconds - rihanna, kanye west, paul mccartney 43. freedom - pharrell williams 44. get used to it - justin bieber 45. get your shine on - jesse mccartney 46. girl almighty - one direction 47. girls - the 1975 48. give your heart a break - demi lovato 49. gold - victoria justice 50. gold rush - ed sheeran 51. golden days - panic! at the disco 52. good day - dnce 53. grow up - cher lloyd ft. busta rhymes 54. hair - little mix 55. happily - one direction 56. heart attack - one direction 57. heart out - the 1975 58. heart skips a beat - olly murs ft. chiddy bang 59. heartbeat song - kelly clarkson 60. hey angel - one direction 61. hey everybody! - 5 seconds of summer

62. hey you beautiful - olly murs 63. hey, soul sister - train 64. history - one direction 65. ho hey - the lumineers 66. hold on - jonas brothers 67. holy ghost - borns 68. hostage - sia 69. hot n cold - katy perry 70. i believe in you - michael bublé 71. i can’t lie - maroon 5 72. i think i’m in love with you - jessica simpson 73. i won’t - little mix 74. it girl - jason derulo 75. just hold on - steve aoki, louis tomlinson 76. keep it real - jonas brothers 77. kiss you - one direction 78. la devotee - panic! at the disco 79. the lazy song - bruno mars 80. let me love you - dj snake ft. justin bieber 81. live while we’re young - one direction 82. the love club - lorde 83. love like this - kodaline 84. love on the weekend - john mayer 85. love on top - beyoncé 86. lovebug - jonas brothers 87. lucky - jason mraz ft. colbie caillat 88. lush life - zara larsson 89. made in the usa - demi lovato 90. mirrors - justin timberlake 91. move - little mix 92. moves like jagger - maroon 5 ft. christina aguilera 93. mr. know it all - kelly clarkson 94. much better - jonas brothers 95. my life would suck without you 96. never be like you - flume ft. kai 97. never enough - one direction 98. never forget you - zara larsson ft. mnek 99. the night is still young - nicki minaj 100. night vision binoculars - passenger 101. nine in the afternoon - panic! at the disco 102. no control - one direction 103. no more sad songs - little mix 104. no problem - chance the rapper ft. lil wayne, 2chainz 105. nobody but me - michael bublé 106. all night - chance the rapper ft. knox fortune 107. nothing else matters - little mix 108. nothing feels like you - little mix 109. oath - cher lloyd ft. becky g 110. olivia - one direction 111. on my own - miley cyrus 112. one dance - drake ft. wizkid, kyla 113. one last time - ariana grande 114. the one that got away - katy perry 115. one thing - one direction 116. the only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage - panic! at the disco 117. oops - little mix ft. charlie puth 118. the other side - jason derulo 119. outlaws - alessia cara 120. outskirts of paradise - bad suns 121. papercut - zedd ft. troye sivan 122. part of me - katy perry

123. party in the u.s.a. - miley cyrus 124. pay my rent - dnce 125. peacock - katy perry 126. perfect - one direction 127. perfect illusion - lady gaga 128. perm - bruno mars 129. permanent december - miley cyrus 130. permanent vacation - 5 seconds of summer 131. pompeii - bastille 132. pop - *nsync 133. private show - little mix 134. problem - ariana grande ft. iggy azalea 135. a public affair - jessica simpson 136. push play - zedd ft. miriam bryant 137. really don’t care - demi lovato ft. cher lloyd 138. reaper - sia 139. ridin’ solo - jason derulo 140. ring off - beyoncé 141. roar - katy perry 142. rock your body - justin timberlake 143. run up - major lazer ft. partynextdoor, nicki minaj 144. safety pin - 5 seconds of summer 145. san francisco - 5 seconds of summer 146. scars to your beautiful - alessia cara 147. schoolin’ life - beyoncé 148. seventeen - alessia cara 149. shape of you - ed sheeran 150. she’s kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer 151. she’s not afraid - one direction 152. shout out to my ex - little mix 152. shower - becky g 153. since u been gone - kelly clarkson 154. sing - ed sheeran 155. single ladies (put a ring on it) - beyoncé 156. something in the way you move - ellie goulding 157. something that we’re not - demi lovato 158. sorry - justin bieber 159. the sound - the 1975 160. spectrum - zedd ft. matthew koma 161. starships - nicki minaj 162. stay the night - zedd ft. hayley williams 163. steal my girl - one direction 164. stereo soldier - little mix 165. still in love with you - jonas brothers 166. still into you - paramore 167. still the one - one direction 168. stitches - shawn mendes 169. stockholm syndrome - one direction 170. story of my life - one direction 171. straight into the fire - zedd 172. strong - one direction 173. stronger (back on the ground) - nick jonas & the administration 174. stronger (what doesn’t kill you) - kelly clarkson 175. sugar - maroon 5 176. summer - calvin harris 177. sunday morning - maroon 5 178. super bass - nicki minaj 179. superhero - cher lloyd 180. superlove - tinashe 181. sweet nothing - calvin harris ft. florence welch 182. take me along - miley cyrus 183. take you away - michael bublé

184. teenage dream - katy perry 185. temporary fix - one direction 186. this is how we do - katy perry 187. thought of you - justin bieber 188. through the dark - one direction 189. the time of our lives - miley cyrus 190. titanium - david guetta ft. sia 191. today is yesterday’s tomorrow - michael bublé 192. toothbrush - dnce 193. touch - nick jonas 194. touch - little mix 195. treasure - bruno mars 196. treat you better - shawn mendes 197. troublemaker - olly murs ft. flo rida 198. trumpets - jason derulo 199. two more lonely people - miley cyrus 200. unconditionally - katy perry 201. unpredictable - olly murs 202. up - olly murs ft. demi lovato 203. up all night - one direction 204. vibe. - jojo 205. victorious - panic! at the disco 206. viva la vida - coldplay 207. waiting on the world to change - john mayer 208. walk away - kelly clarkson 209. walking on air - katy perry 210. want to want me - jason derulo 211. want u back - cher lloyd 212. waste the night - 5 seconds of summer 213. the way - ariana grande ft. mac miller 214. we are who we are - little mix 215. we can’t stop - miley cyrus 216. we found love - rihanna ft. calvin harris 217. weird people - little mix 218. what a buzz - olly murs 219. what did i do to your heart - jonas brothers 220. what do you mean? - justin bieber 221. what makes you beautiful - one direction 222. what’s your name? - jesse mccartney 223. when love hurts - jojo 224. where are u now - jack u ft. justin bieber 225. where do broken hearts go - one direction 226. who i am - nick jonas & the administration 227. why don’t we go there - one direction 228. wide awake - katy perry 229. wild things - alessia cara 230. wildfire - john mayer 231. wings - little mix 232. with ur love - cher lloyd ft. juicy j 233. with you - jessica simpson 234. wolves - one direction 235. word up! - little mix 236. wrapped up - olly murs ft. travie mccoy 237. xo - beyoncé 238. you gotta not - little mix 238. you’ll never know - ariana grande 239. young volcanoes - fall out boy 240. young, wild & free - snoop dogg, wiz khalifa, bruno mars 241. 7 things - miley cyrus 242. 24k magic - bruno mars

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