RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A woman caught up in the moment decides to sing along with the
Although she's totally flat and out of tune, she's given a
chance to entertain us with amusement.
Several men glide onto the floor in chairs with wheels, moving
around and across the dance floor, eliciting laughter and joy
from the audience.
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