Your name is ROXY LALONDE and you are happy that your brother convinced you to go onstage this evening like he does on so many others; you’ve had a couple drinks to stifle your stage-fright and your younger sister has just finished dazzling the crowd with her solo performace. You wish she was on the ring with you instead of walking backstage and if you had been on time that very well may have been an option. Alas, it’s up to you and you alone to hold the audiences attention before your brothers’ acts and you’re positively certain that you’re going to do that and more. But that might just be the last martini talking.
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