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| She then walked up to the door, and handed the attendant her invitation. After looking at the invite list and not finding her name he told Lana just a minute, and dialed up the distributors of the invitations. "Hello?" "Yes, I have a Lana Moore here with an invitation, but she is not on the invite list," said the attendant smiling politely at Miss. Moore. "Ah, let me check," a moment passes, "here it is. No she is not invited. It says that she is on the Negro list." "What does that mean? She looks white to me." The attendant gave a broad smile to Lana. "I guess it is a mistake.� "What should I do then? She is standing here all dressed up and ready to go into the Gala?" "Let her in. I don't think anyone will notice that she is there." "Ok, thanks." Handing back the invitation to Lana, he apologized. Lana took the invitation and smiled contentedly. Lana looked up to take in the atmosphere and excitement of the special night, when out of the corner of her eye she saw a sinking light. Looking up she realized it was a falling star. Admiring it for a moment she straightened up put on a gigantic smile and walked inside. All the �A� list people were there in their finest attire. As Lana walked into the ballroom her heart brimmed with excitement. The room looked magnificent with gold, crystal chandeliers, white lace tablecloths, and gold trimmed crystal glasses and plates. She had truly arrived. Walking the strut that helped make her famous she glided to the center of the crowd. A waiter walked by with a tray of pink champagne. She quickly grabbed a glass and took a sip. She turned to take in the atmosphere of the room when she saw Judy Garland walking toward her. Taking another sip of champagne she prepared for the meeting. |
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