[SO not Millicanon.]

[beautiful_ann]

Table. Ann. Coffee.

Script open in front of her, which can only mean one thing -- she's trying to learn lines.

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[lindsaycandance]

Learn lines, eh? Lindsay wishes she could do that more. Not that the choreographing music video business is bad, but nothing beats a good session of acting on the stage. Less money if you aren’t a big-name performer, but a lot more rewarding in the process.

But enough of this wishy-washy stuff: see, Lindsay was about to sashay into the Shaken Dragon when she walked into a place that most certainly wasn’t the Shaken Dragon. There was more light, more space, more clothes on the women, and less drugs. There was also a wide window with a spectacular light show at the other end of the bar.

Unless the Shaken Dragon’s gone through a whiplash renovation, Lindsay is not where she’s supposed to be right now.

Huh.

[beautiful_ann]

"Then there was a star danced and under that I was . . . "

Ann catches sight of the opening door and trails off.

"Oh, not again."

[lindsaycandance]

“Oh not what aga-“

Lindsay turns in the direction of the voice.

Lindsay’s Brain = OW

[beautiful_ann]

Ann sighs, puts the script aside, and tells the doppelganger, "Welcome to Milliways."