Lake Lewisia #562

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Casey recognized them from the audience the night before, now looking slightly more bedraggled from apparently spending a night out in a hay field, though with undampened enthusiasm. "I'm not magic, and I can't sing, and I don't know how to dance," they blurted as soon as Casey met them at the barn doors, "but please let me go with you." It wasn't a professional pitch, to be certain, but Casey knew professionalism could be taught but passion couldn't, so ey said, "Well, there's a free seat on the bus, and we just lost a setup assistant."

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