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The 36th Song [Action]
Jul. 16th, 2011 06:02 pm[The lights are low, the curtain is drawn, and Rapunzel is a bit nervous backstage. She loves her job, loves preforming and doing tricks and singing, but she always gets nervous before a show...]
Okay, Rapunzel. You can do this. The crowd loves you, and you love the crowd. You look good, you sound good, you got plenty of rest...you know this routine! You can do this!
[She nods to herself, before twirling some of her hair.]
Okay. Let's go do this. Me and my hair against the world, just the way it should be.
[She grins and goes to take her place on stage behind the curtain, swinging her hair up and forming a swing that she casually lounges in, as the announcer comes over an intercom.]
And now, ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present the one, the only, Rapunzel, the singing, swinging, blonde bombshell!
[The curtain comes up, and Rapunzel peeks out from behind her hair hammock, smiling demurely.]
Mama thinks I'm living in a convent...a secluded little convent in the southern part of France...
Mama doesn't even have an inkling that I'm working. In a nightclub. In a pair of lacy pants...
[She swings out from her hair, beginning her routine, and she continues to sing.]
[ooc: The song our showgirl Rapunzel is singing is 'Don't Tell Mama', from the musical Cabaret.]
Okay, Rapunzel. You can do this. The crowd loves you, and you love the crowd. You look good, you sound good, you got plenty of rest...you know this routine! You can do this!
[She nods to herself, before twirling some of her hair.]
Okay. Let's go do this. Me and my hair against the world, just the way it should be.
[She grins and goes to take her place on stage behind the curtain, swinging her hair up and forming a swing that she casually lounges in, as the announcer comes over an intercom.]
And now, ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present the one, the only, Rapunzel, the singing, swinging, blonde bombshell!
[The curtain comes up, and Rapunzel peeks out from behind her hair hammock, smiling demurely.]
Mama thinks I'm living in a convent...a secluded little convent in the southern part of France...
Mama doesn't even have an inkling that I'm working. In a nightclub. In a pair of lacy pants...
[She swings out from her hair, beginning her routine, and she continues to sing.]
[ooc: The song our showgirl Rapunzel is singing is 'Don't Tell Mama', from the musical Cabaret.]
