The costumes

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Ian glanced at Friday who had the slightest smile on her face.

"Hey Trea, why don't we just rehearse it without the set" he said sounding to sound sincere, Friday saw a spark of mischief in his eyes "Good practice for if you stuff up the play even more."

Trea snarled, but his idea was the only good idea she could think of. "Great idea Ian" she said putting on a fake smile. She lifted the microphone to her mouth, every on braced themselves.
"SUSAN, PATEL GET READY FOR THE DANCING SCENE" her voice echoed across the stage. Friday turned on the music as Susan and Patel came on to the stage. They had just tried on there costumes and they both looked amazing. Susan was wearing a long flowy red dress, with a boa and a feather hat. Patel was wearing a simple suit and a grey fedora similar to Uncle Bernie's.

"WHAT IS THIS" Trea yelled.

"Here we go again" Ian mumbled.

"Those costumes look so tacky" Trea complained.

"I beg your pardon" Melanie said. She was in charge of costumes, and had missed all of her afternoon naps trying to finish them on time. 

"The looks aren't half-bad they are all bad" Trea folded her arms.

"I thought you were judging my costumes not your facial expressions" Melanie said.

"Listen, you can't put Susan in red it makes her looks washed out" Trea said gesturing to Susan "It's already bad enough she's a ginger, but now this. She looks like a match stick."

Susan was about to cry. She ran of the stage in tears.

"Not cool Trea, I'd love to insult you, but it won't be as good as what nature did." Drake said, running after her.

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