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[notsincecarrie]

*he is short, balding, heavyset, looking older than he should. he enters singing. it is a pleasant voice, if nothing special* "How do you do, Miss Pratt, how do you do? I'm just fine, Miss Pratt, how are you?" That's from Seventeen. A forgotten musical that opened in 1951 and ran 182 performances at the Broadhurst Theatre. It starred Kenneth

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[demonfiance]

He introduces himself firstly, for once. "Hello. I am Wolfram Von Bielefeld. You appear to like singing...."

[notsincecarrie]

*raises a finger* Correction: I like musicals. It's just that you can't have one without the other. Anyway. Nice to meet you.

[demonfiance]

"What is a musical?" He asks innocently.

[notsincecarrie]

"What is a musical," he asks. *shakes his head* What is the world coming to? A musical. It's... heaven, that's what it is.

[demonfiance]

"So you have to die for it?"

[notsincecarrie]

...no, but a lot of us do anyway.