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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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[fading_rider]

*hums a little* "Have you heard what's in the stars? Next July we collide with Mars!"

*gives a grin* I'm Tabor.

[notsincecarrie]

Well, did you evah! *grins back* Nice to meet you.

[fading_rider]

A swell party this is! *grand bow, because is in a silly sort of mood* A pleasure indeed.

[notsincecarrie]

*laughs* If you don't mind my asking, what is this party?

[fading_rider]

Well, actually, no one's quite sure. *grins* But if you stay in good company, it is a swell one.

[notsincecarrie]

Aren't they all, Tabor. Aren't they all.

[fading_rider]

Are you from...America, then?

[notsincecarrie]

What gave it away?

[fading_rider]

*grins* I've been learning to pick accents. George is from England, and now I can usually pick American, too.

[notsincecarrie]

England, wonderful country. I've never been myself, but my boyfriend's British.

[fading_rider]

I think British is a wonderful thing for boyfriends to be *beams* Especially when they know Cole Porter music.

[notsincecarrie]

Mine does. *smiles* His brother even wrote a musical, but we shall not speak of him.

[fading_rider]

*bites back a "Why not?"* Does he write too, then?

[notsincecarrie]

James? Nah. He's a costumer.