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 Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:07 am
In a gruff voice: You'll have to speak up, I'm a trifle deaf in one ear. Step forward and get ready to sing!
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:08 am
*steps forward, her heels resting on the platform, her toes in midair*
To the man: Well, I guess I could...
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:09 am
To Boheme: When the spotlight comes on, you may start to sing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:10 am
Boheme's head was throbbing. She was trying to remember some of the old songs she used to sing at auditions. The sound of the train was getting louder. She was afraid that they would hear her when she started. The spotlight came on and she stepped into the light.
The train screeched as its wheels almost derailed. She got the part.
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