Marilynn:

I am Marilynn. I don't have an interesting life. I would kill to have Pamela Winters life. Be super rich and famous.

So when she said "I don't want this life. I want to run away"

I exclaimed "That's an amazing idea. I'll be you and I don't think Jeremy will know. Could you give me lessons?"

"I would love to. Thanks for helping me Marilynn." Pamela cried.

So we started training right away.

Now she hands me a red wig with a strand of purple in it and I stuff all my golden curls in the wig. Pamela next hands me a sparkly silver tank top to try on behind a red velvet curtain. I slip it on over my head and it fits like a glove. Pamela stuffs the black leggings into my hands so I slip them on and they fit perfectly. I slip out from the curtain and showed her.

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"You look amazing!" Pamela gushes.

"Thanks Pamela" I say, thankfully.

"Now singing!" Pamela exclaims.

"Ok, my favourite song of yours is My heart is yours! I would like to sing it" I suggest.

Pamela nods and walks over to the piano a little upbeat. She starts to play the intro.

"When I walk alone

through the shady mists of sorrow

you pick me up and carry me.

Oh, my heart is yours

And I'll always be with you right in your arena" Pamela and I sing.

She plays the last chord and gets up from the piano.

"That was great with no practice or anything. I think this plan may just work!" Pamela congratulates me.

"Well, actually I sing along with you quietly." I say, truthfully, "Here I'll help you pack"

"Ok, Marilynn" Pamela says, approvingly.

So we start packing.