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Prompt: To Be Free - The Literary Phoenix
Jenny stood on her toes and closed her eyes. An empty stage, threadbare curtains open. Rudolphus was working on the light fixtures near the back of the house. Klaus and Gina were at the piano, working on the latest song for the new performance. It was a love song, and Jenny had heard so many different versions of it that the chords were in her veins, and every time Klaus knocked against the clunky ivory keys, something pulled in her heartstrings. She couldn’t stop herself – she danced. She danced with her bare feet against the uneven stage, not a …