The show takes off to a slow start, the Troupe performs the same numbers you had seen a dozen times before; Gina isn't too excited about seeing them again either. A few brave souls venture onto stage and deliver a few sharp performances but mostly repetitive and nervous slams.
To ease the boredom, you begin to comment on the performer's attire and predict based off of that, the subject matter of the attire. Gina starts giggling and throws her head back from time to time with that deep grin that you'd always find her with.
"Please don't be shy, yall," the emcee, clad in a throwback basketball jersey and plad golf pants, pleads, "come on, give us what ever ya got."
Gina elbows you, you return the favor. She looks at you and eggs you on, begging you to go up to the stage. Initially hesitant, you give in and get up, and make your way to the stage.
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