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Alyx is still here, and still sick. Every time she thinks she's getting better, she has another coughing fit or dizzy spell and starts feeling awful again. At the moment, she's just sitting at a table in the bar, trying to read over her intelligence notes without going cross-eyed.

She does this for several minutes in silence. Then, out of nowhere, she starts singing, quietly at first, but gradually building up in intensity and volume.

"Whatever happened to my part?
It was exciting at the start.
Now we're halfway through Act 2,
And I've had nothing yet to do!

"I've been offstage for far too long.
It's ages since I had a song.
This is one unhappy Diva;
The producers have deceived her.
There is nothing I can sing from my heart.
Whatever happened to my part?!"

She's out of her seat by this point, climbing up onto the table for maximum projection.

"I am sick of my career
Always stuck in second gear--
Up to here with frustration and with fear.
I've no Grammy, no rewards,
I've no Tony Awards,
I'm constantly replaced by Britney Spears.
Britney Spears!

"Whatever happened to my show?
I was a hit, now I don't know.
I'm with a bunch of British knights
Prancing 'round in woolly tights.

"I might as well go to the pub.
They've been out searching for a shrub.
Out shopping for a bush--
Well, they can kiss my tush!
It seems to me they've really lost the plot.

"Whatever happened to my--
I'll call my agent, dammit!--
Whatever happened to my...

"Not yours... not yours...
But my-y-y-y-y
PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!"

Give her the ovation she deserves, won't you?

[tinytag: IMDb Flu]