“Look there, he goes, isn’t he dreamy? Monsieur, Gaston- Oh he’s so cute!” the three girls chirped to the sound of the audio track. Suddenly, Gaston tripped and fell on LeFou.
“Cut!” yelled the director offstage. Gaston got himself up, and brushed off his costume. “Alright, take five people. Remember, the onyesha is about a week away- we have to start getting our act together today!”
Oh please, thought the bimbette in green as they filed backstage. This musical is a disaster! We’ll never be ready in time, and if we are, then little...
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