Cindy seemed stunned. "You sound like my agent. He's constantly attempting to get me to take classes. At least, he used to. He's form of given up on me now.
“Why didn't you take his advice?”
“I idea it was once about talent.” The word seemed to make her uncomfortable. She gave Nora a little half smile as if to renowned it.
“Most things take extra self-discipline than talent.” Nora studied her daughter. “Is your material funny?”
“Most of the time. It's my delivery that sucks. And I'm now not cozy onstage.”
Nora smiled. She could not assist remembering "Mom? You're spacing out on me.
“I'm sorry. I heard your act once. One of my readers sent me a tape of it.”
Cindy became pale. “Really?”
“I have to admit it hurt like hell. You compared me to a rabbit-soft and notably on the outside, a
