"Look at you now, how unworthy a thing you would make of me; you would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops. You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass, yet there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak? what, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?"
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Story by Vera Pierre
Role Play: Behind the Curtains
In the glitzy world of Hollywood, Lena Walker seemingly reigns supreme as the epitome of success and grace. E...