Finally . . . at long last . . . a real kiss! Well, kinda. Now, if only our star-crossed lovers, Matt and Ciara, would look into each others' eyes, they might actually convince the audience that they at least like each other.
What is it about Matt Rogers that makes the female members of the cast of Market Street Blues avoid him like he's got the measles? Is it his Peter Brady haircut? Is it his plaid Bermuda shorts? Is it his inability to deliver his lines without sticking out his tongue, and going, "Nyaaah"? Is it the fact that he's so afraid of a stage relationship that when the script calls for him to kiss his stage girlfriend on the cheek, he kisses the air about three inches from her ear?
Apparently Alyson Tober- that slender home-wrecker- doesn't fear him, though. When push came to tango, Alyson proved that she knows how to take the lead! If, however, she happens to be absent from school tomorrow, we'll know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that there might just be something to that whole measle thing.
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