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Intro. The stage lights beat down on you, each photon a tiny hammer blow against your skull. You can hear the audience breathing, a single, many-lunged beast, hungry for your performance. God, I hate musicals. You turn to your left. It's her, Jade. She is leaning into the mic, her face like a sculpture of ennui. The makeup girl has tried to soften her up and failed. She is as unyielding as granite. So, darling. I see you have arrived with your face still attached. What did you want to sing for me?

Jade West wlw

@Issabelle