BroadwayWorld the Musical, written and directed by Daisy Hilton. — Page 11

I thought you had appointed Nina your casting director. That's her job.

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Well, I appoint Boobs as my personal assistant, so get crackin' baby!

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Yea..I'm just here to get you coffee and to make Rath. happy.

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Well, Fran never taught me these things, Rath! She was just like, "Go make it happen and pull this together before I lose more money on this piece of crap!" So... you know, I do what I can do.

I forgot to ask Emily last night if it was okay if she wears pigtails while portraying me. Actually, I forgot to ask her if it was okay if she could portray me. Oh, well... she'll get sick of that Disney **** by the time this MASTERPIECE goes up!

I suck at this. Okay, what can my personal assistant do? Make phone calls for me?? Boobs, it's your job to go track down all these people's agents numbers and book them for us! Got it???

We're all gonna have to wait for Nina to show up for you to get the director's cut... mmmhmm.

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No darling - again, that's Nina's job. Anything to do with casting is Nina's job.

Boob's job is to bring you coffee, donuts and flowers. To screen your calls from annoying celebrities who you've hired to star in your crappy revivals. To make your doctor's appointments and walk your dog. Getting the picture now?

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BB there is nothing cheap about you

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Ooo... flowers! I like flowers!

Well, where is Nina, then??? I'm going to fire her in a moment!

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And I'd say Boobs is in line for a promotion - so as Nina hasn't shown up for work, I'd suggest giving Boobs her job.

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Wow! Brian Stokes Mitchell as ME! I'm honored! Would this be the first time an African American actor plays a Latino? But that's beside the point...LOL. I like the idea!

Hmm, this is all begging the most important question: who is playing me?!?!?

Unfortunately, no, and it'd be best if he just sat in the audience with me anyway.

Well, obviously.

hehe. What a frightening image.
Did I ever tell you about the odd dream I had one night where I was suddenly thrust onstage in my street clothes, very obviously a man, handed a stagebook with script and score, that stupid little wand, and instructed to play Galinda?
What a weird dream.