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Once upon a time, in a land where three rivers meet, there was a group called the Grand River Singers. They were a lively band of performers who traveled the Tri-State area far and wide, laughing, singing, occasionally remembering their choreography. One day their Fairy God-producer came in contact with the group and asked them a question.
“Would you like your own reality show?” the Fairy God-Producer asked them.
“Oh yes,” they explained. “Oh yes we would!”
“Before it happens, I have three questions for you. Can you be hilariously inadequate at the most basic things required to be a singing group?”
“Oh, of course!” they said in unison.
“Can you ramp yourself into an emotional frenzy on cue?”
“We do it all the time!” they replied. “Two of us are crying right now.”
“And can you wear a lot of scarves? I mean like a lot. Like Debra Messing, season one of ‘Smash’ level of scarves.”
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| Source: Vulture |
“We bought a bunch from the ‘Smash’ going-out-of-business yard sale over at NBC so we’re good!” they said.
“Well then here is your reality show,” the Fairy God-Producer. “Remember, you only get fifteen minutes of fame.”
“What happens after that?” they asked.
“You go back to your regular lives,” the Fairy God-Producer said. “Or worse, you become one of those commenters on TruTV shows.”
A chill ran down GRS’s collective spine. “Well, we’ll make the most of it.”
“I’m sure you will,” said the Fairy God-Producer as he disappeared into the VH-1 ether, his voice echoing. “I’m sure you will.”
And with that, lights, camera, JAZZ HANDS!
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| Source: VH1Digital |
