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Showing posts from January 12, 2012

Lazarus Douvos gives my hair a last spray, and the noxious stuff catches in my scrupulously protected throat; now I may genuinely faint. But suddenly I am at the top of the stairs that lead to the stage, and as the curtain is drawn back, I stride forward to the roar of 4,000 people and Paula Abdul in a hot-pink frock.