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Shut Up and Let Me GrowE-mail: thecurlysaint@gmail.com[Copyright and this fictional version of Katie White belong to me. Please notify me before you post this somewhere else.] It's late November in two-thousand and nine and Katie is lounging in her room, watching out the window at the rain drizzling rhythmically. She lazily tapped her hand to the beat, an example of her deteriorating motivation. If she was like her normal self, she would be creating a song from this simple exercise. It developed from her time in Lowton. It constantly precipitated abundantly there, even during the driest months. A lot of the songs she made with TKO started out from the little technique. It used to be her favorite method until recent discoveries put a hindrance on that. About a month ago, she had Google'd their band, and it was probably the single worst thing she had ever done to her self. She found many hateful remarks about her in many different forums. It all started whe