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I have been chained to this movie set for days.
By the time the stars come back to start the season
I will be lying in a dehydrated puddle of death.
I dread how my corpse will smell.
It is dark back here too, and depressing. 

Wait a second! I hear Gwen’s laugh. Flat out and loud.
I struggle for her to hear me. But I cannot move.
The gag allows me no sound. Blake’s voice is next.
He says something that makes Gwen laugh even more loudly!

I attempt to move the chair up and down but it does not move.
The chair and I are both bolted to the floor of back stage.
“Hey Blake!” Dang! It is John Legend. I scream with delight.
Except silently.  Damn!

Next I hear Kelly. No one can mistake that peal of laughter.
Ryan. Where is Ryan? Surely he will come back stage right?
No Ryan. Just when I give up hope I hear a water gun battle.
Come back here! Come back here! Come back here! I scream.
Silently of course. I have been gagged well.

Two seconds later Kelly falls over my chair.
“Hey!” There’s a mannequin tied to this chair!” she yells.
I try to speak. Nothing comes out.
John is the next to arrive.
“Let’s sit on it and get our pictures taken, he suggests.”
Luckily they do it, and discover I am not a mannequin.

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