I am performing on a stage in what appears to be some type
of auditorium. My act is terrible. I am wearing an empire waisted nightgown
with slippers and am lip-synching and sashaying around the stage to some sappy
song. There is a lengthy musical interlude at the end of the song. I become impatient
with my routine, so I reach behind the curtain where a record was playing my
song on a child’s Fischer-Price phonograph, and I take the needle off the
record. As I do this it occurs to me that I am actually there for an entirely
different reason. I was to be included in an act on the pretense of performing,
but my true goal is to locate someone in the theater that I have been hired to
follow. I spot this person and see that they are ‘on the move’ so I hustle backstage
to track them down.
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