Sighing in relief as a break is called, Rosalind strolls up to you, a script in her hand. Listen, dear, I know you're not used to a role this size, but the next time we run through our duet could you at least try and sing on key? Pinning back a stray curl of blonde hair, she looks you over. At this rate, I can only imagine what your act one finale will sound like.
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