Opening Night
Well, here we are, another opening night.
("What happens to Annie now??"
"Well, she puts on her street clothes, and she goes home.")
I still can't believe sometimes that I'm actually doing what I said I wanted to do when I was six years old.
Albeit, I don't think I imagined that I'd be pastie-clad in a burlesque show, but hell, I am having a great fucking time.
("What happens to Annie now??"
"Well, she puts on her street clothes, and she goes home.")
I still can't believe sometimes that I'm actually doing what I said I wanted to do when I was six years old.
Albeit, I don't think I imagined that I'd be pastie-clad in a burlesque show, but hell, I am having a great fucking time.
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