On Thursday, the show opened. All went well. It was wonderful fun. I go sing my song in the hooker shoes, lalala. "Old fashioned dyyyyke" and everything is nice, clap clap clap, and I curtsy, and fall. I mean down. Ouch. My body is just not perf enough to be maintained by those horb things also known as shoes. I was really sad, because every other
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