I can’t believe this is where I would end up: pretending to be a dog in an improv club. I glanced at Arnold. “You’re doing great. She’s gotta recognize you now!” he whispered, kneeling next to me. I sneak a glance towards the top of the staircase. “Such a lovely sight. A woman in red.” I thought. “Thomas! Thomas, come here!” I hear my name called from above. I smiled to myself, “Success.”
It’s probably a little bit more than 8 sentences and is not the greatest but is something
