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| a0d2a9a | Mr. DuBois, you are a rehearsal accompanist. I do not pay you for your musical interpretation.' The impresario marched down the aisle and stood in the middle like the commander of a mutinying ship. 'No, Mr. Ziegfeld. I'm not. I'm a songwriter. My songs are a damn sight better than this garbage.' One of the midwestern chorus girls gasped. 'Forgive my language,' Henry added. | stand-up-for-yourself songwriting | Libba Bray |