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Hi, this is Yuri from Radiotopia. Just a heads up that we're trying something new here,

taking part in a podcast promo campaign by occasionally featuring episodes from other shows that we think you might like.

We think it could be a win, win, win. The other shows get exposure to an excellent discerning

audience. I'm talking about you here. You find out about a great new show, and we get some

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Have any feedback for us? Reach out at info at radiotopia.fm. And happy listening.

So, you know, we've talked to a few people at this point.

If you just had to imagine the first minute of the show right now, how do you think the story should start?

I actually hear your voice talking about you having like an introspective reflection of high school.

Hmm. Okay.

Okay. High school.

In my memory, senior year of high school was a time when you could finally get some control over your life.

If you're lucky, maybe you have your own car or a friend as a car.

In any case, you can plan your prom night, design your yearbook page, start to make actual decisions about your future.

Yet there is still one wild card you cannot control. It looms over that final year, carrying the potential for glory, obscurity, embarrassment,

validation, and no, I'm not talking about college applications. That can wait. The wild card I'm talking about

is the annual high school musical. Because let's face it, we all have our strengths. We all have

the parts we are kind of cut out for, the shows that allow us to shine.

If it's fiddler, I'm not an obvious choice for Tevia, but I could manage model the tailor.

And if it's West Side Story, I'm kind of screwed because I'm really not much of a dancer.

It's like, imagine if all the athletes at a school only got to play one sport each year,

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