[A work in progress] A story about a drag queen, not so much me. Full of musical interludes and female impersonation. Based off not only this blog, but other journals of mine. ALL original monologues and soliloques by me!
Opening:
I remember growing up. I remember what it was like to be young me, raised by two loving parents. Kindergarten, my friends, first grade, second, third... highschool. First kiss... second, third... A lot of things. I wrote them down and I looked back. Now I'm a developing artist. A female impersonator, in vulgar terms, a drag queen. No one's getting dragged, nor is life a drag, but sometimes...? I wonder. I'm Danni, by the way.You know, it's not like I ever really had the choice. Do you know? So, well, I figure I'd show you my life, tell you everything. The truth. I can only tell you. I trust you. If I didn't have anyone I could trust to tell about these things, I'd probably burst or do something drastic. I'm not sure what, though.This is my story. And you, lucky, lucky person, get to hear ALL about it. Aren't you lucky indeed. Look at you, at the end of your seat! And lying back down, okay. Maybe a wedgie? You got an uncomfortable seat. [Cue song:] Sorry. Nothing I can do about that. I'm just the entertainment. [Don't Rain on My Parade]
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