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January 13, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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The Fat Lady closes the door of the dressing room behind her. She closes her eyes and tunes into the surrounding energy. The air hums with static electricity. A small window is open in the back of the room and she walks over to draw its curtains. In doing so, she sees the full moon, pregnant with light. She moves to her dressing table, where a huge bouquet bursts with daisies, bittersweet, and daffodils. A card is tucked among the blooms, and as she gently pulls it out, she’s immediately enveloped in warmth. She takes the card from the envelope and reads the message: Tonight’s the big night, kid! You’ve got this! ~The Scorpion
December 17, 2024 at 2:39 AM
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December 7, 2024 at 5:36 AM
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Speaking truth in a sea of illusion. Thank you, @democracydocket.com
December 6, 2024 at 10:00 PM
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The Fat Lady hears brakes screeching, and she turns around to see the cabbie, jumping out of the cab to wave her down. Cabbie, looking elated: Lady! Thank you! Thank you, lady! This is the biggest tip I ever got. I kid you not. Thank you! The Fat Lady smiles broadly and waves back at him, a sparkle in her eyes. She turns, and the doorman is holding the way for her. He bows, almost reverently. Doorman: Fat Lady, welcome. We’ve been anticipating your return. The troupe as been buzzing all day! Please come inside. The doorman hurries off.
December 6, 2024 at 3:09 AM
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The taxi pulls up to the entrance of the Opera House. Cabbie: “Good luck, lady! This one’s on me!” The Fat Lady: “That’s generous of you, and I insist on giving you a tip for your time!” She tucks a bill into his palm, and closes his fist tightly around it. Opening the door to get out, the Fat Lady notices that the sky is now gray and there’s a mist in the air. Standing up, turns her face to the sky, and takes in a long, slow, deep breath. A smile spreads across her face, and she begins to glow. I’m ready, she thinks to herself. When she reaches the ornate, double-door entrance to “the house,” as she affectionally calls it, The Fat Lady hears brakes screeching . . .
November 23, 2024 at 1:14 AM
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Lost in her thoughts, the Fat Lady is awakened by a sudden stop. She looks up to see that the cab has stopped at a light. She looks at the cross streets, then looks at her watch. Still plenty of time, she thinks to herself. She glances up at the rearview mirror to see the cabbie looking back her, somewhat curiously. Cabbie: “So, are you a singer or something?” The Fat Lady smiles back at him, grateful for a rare moment of anonymity in a world where everyone seems to be watching and waiting for her to take her cue. The Fat Lady: “Yes, but it’s a small part. I don’t sing until the end of the show.”
November 20, 2024 at 3:04 PM
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Things are unfolding exactly as they should. Sometimes we need a really loud alarm clock in order to wake up. It's blasting, friends. Those who feel comfortable in the bed they've made are hitting the snooze button. Others are waking up. Are you awake yet?
November 18, 2024 at 3:26 PM
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The fat lady applies lipstick as she waves down a taxi, which quickly pulls over to stop in front of her. The cabbie asks, "Where to, Lady?" The fat lady answers, "Opera house, please." She begins humming as the car pulls away from the curb.
November 18, 2024 at 2:45 PM