[Farrah waltzes into the choir room just barely on time, and flops down at a seat at the very back of the risers. Her very heavy purse slams down into the seat next to her-- which may be kind of mysterious, until the crinkling of packaging is heard.]
I'm Farrah. I'm here to audition for the audience.
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I'm Farrah. I'm here to audition for the audience.