Labels:text | clothing | footwear | musical instrument | guitar | person | black and white OCR: enough for a chorus line, and there was an actual, real-live, three-ring circus going on in an adjacent part of the complex. After going over some notes and playing his guitar for a while, Steve headed for the stage area. As he waited for the crowd to take their seats after the intermission, he started talking about the stage and how different types of performers made their living on it. Dancers, for instance, were so physical. "But all I need my body for is to carry my brain out there," he noted. When we returned to the hotel, the lobby area was awash with evening gowns and military uniforms. A local R.O.T.C. ball was in full swing, and people kept coming up to Steven, shaking his hand, complimenting him, and asking him to pose in pictures. Always polite, but somewhat bewil- dered by it all, he finally ducked into the elevator and headed for his room. A half-hour later, we met for a MENU
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