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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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[abigqueen]

Buzz! *smiles, though there's a tinge of worry to it* It's good to see you. But I'm afraid I haven't seen James or John.

[somany_stars]

Okay. *--kisses his forehead* Thanks, Artie.

[abigqueen]

*kisses his lips, briefly* See, you can be nice sometimes. Maybe only I can see it.

[somany_stars]

Maybe you're the only person I like.

[abigqueen]

You like Buzz. Gregory, James, Bobby.

[somany_stars]

Sometimes I like them. Sometimes I hate Buzz. And James is always great compared to John.

[abigqueen]

*quietly* You never hate Buzz.

[somany_stars]

You're right. Sometimes I want to hit him. That's different.

[abigqueen]

*rubs his back and even laughs a little* Yeah, it is.

[somany_stars]

We should get him an exclusive performance by some weird obscure Broadway star, for his birthday. Or something.

[abigqueen]

I don't know any Broadway stars; do you? We have a half-year to figure this out anyway.

[somany_stars]

Uh, does Barbara Streisand ever do Broadway? --Thank Christ.

[notsincecarrie]

*butts in, having only heard the very end of the conversation* Barbra, on Broadway? Ha! Not since July 1, 1967, more's the pity.

[somany_stars]

Buzz, go away. You're not part of this conversation.

[notsincecarrie]

Any conversation about Broadway, I'm a part of it.

[abigqueen]

Besides, I was right. Thank you, Buzz.