Category: Fiction
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The Annual Audition
Annual auditions in Vegas were a bitch. I figured the sole purpose was intimidation. I mean, what’s the point? The Company Manager, Sugar, an imposing matron with flame-red hair, had watched us twice a night, six nights a week for the past year. She didn’t know we could dance? She sat in the light booth,
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The Scamp
It don’t take no schooling to be smart. It takes . . . well, I don’t know what it takes. But I know I done just fine without it. Prob’ly cause I’ve always been a bit of a scamp. Or so I’ve been called. Anyway, the whole trouble happened about three years back. At the
Lisa Browder 