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Drama
Is the key word here, people What are you trying to do? Get a camel through the eye of a needle? Good Lord I said less lighting I said knock them out I SAID finish it in front Get some professionals in here You amateurs have nothing to go on but pretty faces and shoelaces Now what’s going on? Raise your hands and shout, loudly, for God’s sakes Tear at yourself like you were having a nervous breakdown Your life depends on this production This production Amaze me, give me something to work with here Invoke that inner rage, stage darlings Give me death! Give me sex! Give me blood! Exploitation! Ex! EX! Finish it, black out Knock me out Really, do
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