I listend to the Broadway soundtrack of Cats last night;
Saturday night, belting show tunes by myself,
It was like me in high school––only with wine, a better voice, and more theater credits––so I’m legit.
It wasn’t until I attempted the dance break during Magical Mr. Mistoffelees that I realized:
I’m not in high school anymore... And maybe I should do fouetté turns while drinking.
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