Living Wax Museum
Everyone standing.
A perfectly made poster board stands behind them.
Everyone is waiting to come alive.
Props are set, waiting to be used.
It is eeriely quiet.
Parents start flooding in.
The noise grows.
Parents press buttons to make kids come alive.
Everyone is giving speeches.
Some are just standing, waiting, watching.
It is a living wax museum.
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