Billy packed his 12 year twin daughters into the car. His wife didn't want to come. It wasn't for her. Dreamworks and Disney themed nights irritated her immensely.
The excitement by the kids was loud, excitable and a right pain in the arse.
They were running late. The car park of the recently refurbished warehouse was only half full. No one about. That was weird, these things are usually a nightmare to get into to.
They must have be very late. The kids moaned about missing some. But that's nothing new with his offspring.
Child in each hand he opened the double doors.
They stopped in shock. Billy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Scantily clad women and naked men were sprawled out on settees.
Cameramen, sound technicians and a make up artist we're busy working in front of them.
His hands immediately turned the twins around facing the closing doors.
Then it dawned on him, this show wasn't Disney based at all. This production of an "Audience with Woody" was a different kettle of fish. One his wife will not be happy with.
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