From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Guest Specialist  g11   
      
   by Pedro Vila   
      
      
   "Hi I'm Mr.  Weiner.  You must be Midge.  I've heard very good things   
   about you.  You have the potential of being one of the worlds top singers   
   if your willing to go the extra distance.  But I warn you, it might be   
   tough work to get there."   
      
       Midge beamed from the praise.  Maybe she'd be discovered before her   
   eleventh birthday.   
      
       "Mrs, foster," the man next to Mr.  Weiner said to Midge's proud mother.   
   "I was worried when Mr.  Steedle couldn't make it, but it turns out that   
   Mr. Weiner here even better qualifications in his field then Mr.  Steedle.   
   He could be a great name on her resume'."   
      
       Mrs.  Foster turned to Mr.  Weiner, "I am so grateful of you making time   
   for my little star.  I'll pay you what ever you want.  Just make her the   
   best you can."   
      
       "Mrs.  Foster," Mr.  Weiner said half smiling.  "I don't need money.  My   
   joy are my students.  Now I must ask you both to leave.  My methods are   
   private and I wish to keep them a secret lest they be stolen.  Would you   
   two be so good as to come back in an hour or two?  I promise you will   
   notice a big difference in her when you return."   
      
       "Of course, sir.  Anything I can do to help."   
      
       Mr.  Weiner rushed them to the door.  Mrs.  Foster turned one last time   
   and called to her daughter, "Do absolutely everything he tells you, dear!"   
      
       "I will mom.  Don't worry." Midge replied.   
      
       Then they were alone.   
      
      
      
      
      
       "Now, Midge.  I warn you.  My methods will be very different then what   
   you are used to.  You might even become afraid but I want you to be brave   
   and give it everything you've got.  Okay?"   
      
       Midge nods sharply.  She wants stardom so bad she can taste it.   
      
       "Okay, I'm going to touch you now so don't be alarmed." Mr.  Weiner   
   grabs her shoulders and shakes her gently.  "No.  You must be looser.   
   Relax." He grabs her upper arms and shakes her harder.  "No.  No.  No." He   
   lifts her arms a little and grabs her chest on each side and bends her   
   backward a little.   
      
       Midge tries to relax and she lets her arms and head drop down backward.   
   Mr.  Weiner holds her up and her lower body presses against his.   
      
       "That's better.  Now stay relaxed." He lifts her back up slowly with one   
   hand on her neck and one hand on her lower back.  She stays limp he hugs   
   her to him for a moment, then he lets her go and steps back.  Midge's face   
   is a little flushed.   
      
       "Very good.  Now I need to make sure you trust me, so I'm going to stand   
   behind you and you fall back to me, okay?  I'm sure you done this before.   
   Everyone has.  Don't look back.  I'll catch you."   
      
       Midge take a few deep breaths and lets herself fall back where Mr.   
   Weiner catches her.  He holds her just under the shoulders and lets his   
   hands slip forward a little to press against her flat chest.   
      
       "Very good.  Now we may start.  Please stand up and perform a scale in   
   middle C.   
      
       "No.  Your slumping.  Chest out.  No, more.  No, no, no." Mr.  Weiner   
   stands beside her and puts his hand to his mouth.  "Try standing like a   
   gymnast right after she does a vault.  Yes.  Arms up.  Higher.  Stick your   
   butt out more." Midge is straining and her eyes are wide.  She understood   
   what he meant by hard and was determined to make him proud.   
      
       "No.  Your still too tense.  Stand like that but relax.  That's better."   
   Mr.  Weiner stands and looks at her for what seems like a long time.  Midge   
   holds herself up as best as she can.   
      
       "Oh, no.  It's your clothes.  They are too restraining.  Singers, you   
   may have noticed, always wear something loose.  They never hinder their   
   ability with heavy sweaters and pants such as those.  I know it seems like   
   a strange thing to ask, but could you take them off please?  Otherwise, I   
   don't know if I can help you.   
      
       "You want me to turn my head?  No.  You trust me?  That's just what I   
   wanted to hear.  Are those the Powerpuff Girls on your panties?  I love   
   that show.  You too?  Yes, I like all of them.  I couldn't pick a favorite.   
      
       "Hmmm.  Could you lift your undershirt a minute.  I need to see your   
   lung capacity.  Yes, hmmmm.  You have an excellent frame, but you need to   
   build up the muscles around there.  No, not that kind of exercise.   
   Probably one you haven't tried yet.   
      
       "Okay, middle D again.  What?  Middle C?  Oh, well, your clothes are not   
   stopping you now so we can sing a higher note.  Yes, that's it.  Open your   
   mouth wider.  Look up.  Arms back more.  Legs apart some.  Weight on both   
   legs.  That's good.   
      
       "Yes, Midge.  Please keep singing.  I'll just watch.  Oh, yes.  You look   
   wonderful.  Your sound?  Well, it still needs work.  I'm not sure, sing   
   again.   
      
       "Ah.  I know the problem.  Yes, you need to push upwards from you   
   insides.  The, hmmm, the diaphragm.  That's right.  Well, your diaphragm   
   muscles.  You don't know which ones?!  Who's been teaching you?  Oh, well   
   yes he's good.  But how could you have gotten this far without being   
   totally aware of every muscle of your body?   
      
       "Well, it takes a long time to teach that.  I don't think we have near   
   enough time.  Don't be upset.  Please don't cry.  There's one way, but I   
   don't think your ready for it yet.  Are you sure?  Your such a brave girl.   
   Oh, but this will be very tough on you.   
      
       "Well, I have to push on your diaphragm myself and make you aware of   
   which muscles to use.  From inside.  Yes, I might have to put my hand up in   
   you.  Oh, but no.  Your too small I think.  I only have one part of my body   
   that can fit there, and I don't think your ready.  Well, yes it would make   
   all the difference, but....   
      
       "No.  You would no longer be a virgin, but you'd be a star.  Yes I think   
   Brittany Spears did learn this way too.  That's true, she has been singing   
   since she was very young.  Younger than you in fact.   
      
       "Okay, I'll do it!  Don't thank me yet.  This will be a lot of work.   
   Oh, yes.  I guess you will have to remove your underwear.  Silly me.  There   
   you are.  Oh, my.  Your in better shape than I thought.  Yes you are   
   beautiful.  Oh, I think the whole world would love to see you too.  Yes, I   
   meant when your older.   
      
       "Oh, dear me.  I'm afraid your much too short.  Ah!  Those footstools   
   will do nicely.  Hmmm, they do put you too high.  I'm afraid you'll have to   
   stand with your legs farther apart.  That's better.  My, your skin is so   
   soft.  She does?  Every night?  Is it slippery going on?  Oh, I wish I had   
   some right now.   
      
       "Now, Let me stand behind you.  Put your arms above your head.  Nice.   
   Now I'm going to put some KY jelly on you and work it in.  You parents have   
   some too?  Now you know what it's for.  I'm sure you won't need to keep   
   borrowing it to practice with.  Now I'm working it in.  Ah, there it is.   
      
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