My fingers began to mess with my ripped tail. It took all I had held within my crippled body to say calm. My teeth pulled together, making a loud gritting noise. Would they say that about me if I was out there, singing, dancing, playing like all the others? Maybe so, or maybe not. My feet locked into place as I heard it, something that made my body shake at the thought of it. Never had I worked up the courage to go out there and sing after my most recent "Out of Order" sign. How long would it be until closure? From the loud echoing voices of children coming from the stage room, I could tell it would be a while now.
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