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Post by Administrator on Jun 4, 2007 9:24:44 GMT -5
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Post by sherry on Jun 4, 2007 19:28:37 GMT -5
Cherry came home tired, rubbing her eyes. It had been a long day at the Hall, what with Medda doing a last-minute revision to the sketch they'd been working on for three weeks now. S0metimes she wondered if it was even worth it, putting up with everything that was thrown at her and not saying anything about it, naively thinking that it would all work out in the end. Most of the time it didn't.
But whenever she was on stage, performing, putting all of her hard work to good use and showing that she made something out of the early mornings, late nights, and no lunch breaks, it put a smile on her face that lasted there for days.
Flicking on a lamp, Cherry flopped down in a chair and grabbed a book that had been lying on the sofa beside her. That was her way of relaxing.
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