Tweedledum entertains thoughts most theatrical.

[notawaxwork]

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[notawaxwork]

I never pout.

[digindeep]

Now you're just a big old fibber.

Stop pouting and go audition already.

[notawaxwork]

I don't mean to pout... It's just...

I'm not that good.

[digindeep]

Stop it! You are too! Stop being so nervous, you have nothing to be nervous about!

[notawaxwork]

But it's Sondheim. Sondheim's hard. And if I didn't get in, I'd possibly want to throw myself in front of a bus.

[digindeep]

You're not going to want to throw yourself in front of a bus. You'll be disappointed and that's it. There will be others, we live in New York. And you won't ever know unless you try.

[notawaxwork]

Must you always be so right?

I'd have to shave, if I got in.

[digindeep]

Yes, I must. You've found out my evil seekrit plan.

Then you'll have to shave. Big deal.

[notawaxwork]

Gasp! I knew it.

But you love my beard.

[digindeep]

Mwahahaha.

It's hair genius, it'll grow back.

[notawaxwork]

Oh noez.

You don't know that. My chin could go bald.

[digindeep]

I do know that, because... I'm sorry babe, but you're hairy.

[notawaxwork]

No, I'm Harri.

Will you still love me if I'm beardless?

[digindeep]

You're hairy Harri.

Of course I will you silly.

[notawaxwork]

The name fits, doesn't it?

I won't be as rough to touch... But I'm not perfectly smooth. I've got a mole... So I'll still be interesting...

[digindeep]

Just a little.

Bet you do have a mole, you naughty thing. So you're going to audition. Not taking no for an answer.