26 - A fiery Passion
26 - A fiery passion Somehow after the show I managed to find her dressing room. And it was surprising to see a star hang on her door with Hannah scribed in calligraphy. She was one of those bright stars, burning with a fiery passion. As I lifted my hand to knock on the door, I heard a mutter in the room. Two mutters. A male and female voice. I leaned in, hoping to grasp a part of the conversation, but it was impossible, so I ended up knocking instead. And the door was answered by the same tall guy who called Hannah back into the green room earlier. "You again," he muttered. "Who the f**k is this skinny dude?" "Calm down, Tom. That's Josh," she muttered. "And who the f**k is he?" "He's my..." she blushed. "Friend. Best friend. The guy who got me here so I can star in your show, "
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