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"Marty, change clothes with me, quickly.” We both were out of our clothes down to our underthings in a flash, and as quickly were in the other's costume. Our make-up was practically the same and we both wore long white stockings and Mary Ann patent shoes.

"Now, Marty, we'll do the whole routine with you following me. We'll change the ending where we bow to the audience, and then we will take off our wigs as we bow.”

Barb started the music on the phonograph again, and we went into our dance. After only 4 or 5 steps we both knew that this was it. We knew that we were good before, but now we could feel that this was even better. Barb led with authority and I followed her, effortlessly, as we danced as never before. As the music came to an end she spun me through the final pirouette to a bow when we doffed our wigs. We looked at each other and knew that this was it.

We told no one about the change in our act but our excitement the next day was tremendous.

That night at the Gala Gala Opening Night, we were the final act of the first half. We dressed in a classroom by ourselves and came out on the stage to a reception of polite applause. Again, we danced and floated about the stage like we had danced for years with Barb leading and Marty following. At the end, we bowed and removed our wigs in one graceful movement. There, to the audience was my blond head where it was not expected to be, and Barbara's long brunette pageboy where it certainly was not supposed to be. With a gasp of appreciation and delight, the audience roared its approval. We took six curtain calls before they would let us go.

We were the sensation of the school. Publicity and adulation over- whelmed us, much to our satisfaction. We were featured at all the theater events at school for the rest of the year. Our mothers answered Barb's every whim as she designed new costumes for our dances that included Hans Brinker and Katina; Hansel and Gretel, and many others out of story-book land.

One night just before school summer vacation, Barb and I were walking home from school when I remarked that I was going to stop and get a haircut. Our frantic schedule for the past weeks of finals and the big follies production had left me looking like something out of King Arthur and I knew that Barb had no plans in this direction.

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