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It was still a half hour before the Friday night show would start when Anders saw Fields arrive. She went up to her. “One of the assistants will show you the way to the dressing room,” she said.
“Thanks,” Fields responded quietly.
“Are you ready?”
“As much as I can be. Like, Osborn, you, I and that assistant will know that this is fake.”
“And my producer,” Anders added.
“Right. It might get out.”
“Not any time soon, I don’t think.”
In the dressing room, Fields quickly changed into the fake SpiderGirl suit. She pondered again what would happen again as she looked at herself in the mirror. “You’ve got this, Fields,” she murmured.
Anders was ready as the show started. “Good Evening, People of Lawndale and surrounding towns. It has been a crazy few months, hasn’t it. Tonight, I’ll be talking to one of the people involved in those events.”
Norman Osborn was watching. “She’s doing it,” he murmured.
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“Thanks,” Fields responded quietly.
“Are you ready?”
“As much as I can be. Like, Osborn, you, I and that assistant will know that this is fake.”
“And my producer,” Anders added.
“Right. It might get out.”
“Not any time soon, I don’t think.”
In the dressing room, Fields quickly changed into the fake SpiderGirl suit. She pondered again what would happen again as she looked at herself in the mirror. “You’ve got this, Fields,” she murmured.
Anders was ready as the show started. “Good Evening, People of Lawndale and surrounding towns. It has been a crazy few months, hasn’t it. Tonight, I’ll be talking to one of the people involved in those events.”
Norman Osborn was watching. “She’s doing it,” he murmured.
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