"Everybody, finally happy, is?" Yoda asked Miss Allison Erskine, sadly shaking his head, as he watched her texting and chatting on Facebook with the Broadway Knight Jedis and Padawan Learners. "Their Princess Leia Organa Solo, you must be!"
"Not everybody is, Da--, I mean Yoda," she said. "You know how it is when you have divas on the stage. First Wolfman and his stubborn refusal to be a fashion consultant. Then Mini-Me, demanding someone more interesting for Club 14 than Alex. Now Ciara! Can Spaccarelli and Tober be far behind? If this keeps up, the script for the spring show is going to be at least 300 pages long . . . just sayin'!"
Scene. At rise, a Dixieland band marches onstage, serenading the recently crowned beauty-queen, Cheyenne Ariel Harris. She wears an emerald green "Gone with the Wind" dress and carries a white parasol which she twirls with her delicate, white-gloved fingers. Brad Thompson leans in his Starbucks' doorway, smitten with Cheyenne's radiance. He smirks at the Bayou band's bombast, in spite of himself. Sensing Cheyenne's distaste for facial faux-pas, the famed jazz trumpeter, Maynard Armstrong and his Basin Street Blues Band, strikes up the Ira Gershwin/Vernon Duke tune, "I Can't Get Started with You."
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