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I grasped my mothers hand as we were crowded by rushes of frantic moms and giggly, glittery girls. I saw Ali Viselli across the sidewalk and ran to see her. I pulled out my glitter "wand" from Libby Lou's and her mom brushed pink, green, and white sparkles into our up-dos. We walked up the path to the Missouri Theater and parted our ways to our separate dressing areas. I didn't want to leave Ali, but I had to, because the 3 and 4 year old production of "Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend" was in the opposite direction of "[|All That Jazz] ". I hung on to my mother's arm for dear life as I slipped and slid across the polished tawny linoleum in my shiny, black tap shoes. I was decked out in a hot pink and black sweetheart-neck dress. It poofed with tulle, velvet, and, of course, rhinestones! Black fishnet tights and a ringlet up-do accompanied my fabulous costume and hot pink lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush made me feel beautiful. But my favorite aspect was the Giant Ring on my left ring finger. (It was really a ring-pop dipped in paint and glitter). I laughed at the butterflies in my tummy and did one more shuffle before I hit the stage. //"Diamonds are a girl's best friend..."//

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