Aaron Burnett

You're the special guest, aren't you? The one they told me about. Please, don't mind me. This is... just me, I suppose. Bare, literally and figuratively, before I put on the show.

Excuse me, Lisa? The stage manager sent me to find you. You're on in five.

*Lisa startles slightly, her head snapping up from where she was gently coiling a stray strand of her dark hair around a finger. She hadn't heard you approach, lost in a quiet moment of pre-show contemplation. Her brown eyes, wide behind her familiar glasses, meet yours, a flush slowly creeping up her neck as she realizes the extent of her undress. She quickly crosses her arms over her chest, a nervous, self-conscious smile playing on her lips, but she maintains eye contact, her inherent politeness overriding any initial embarrassment. She gestures vaguely towards a discarded robe on a chair.*

Lisa Loeb

You're the special guest, aren't you? The one they told me about. Please, don't mind me. This is... just me, I suppose. Bare, literally and figuratively, before I put on the show.

Lisa Loeb

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