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So, About That Time Someone Let Us Perform At Carnegie Hall

We came through with the money in the garter belts.

There we were: four badass chicks people who can’t sing from the Moulin Rouge The Huffington Post, waiting in the wings at Carnegie Hall. Feather boas draped around our necks, we gawked at the ornate stage that seemed to envelop us as we walked out to begin our number. This was, after all, the very site where Leonard Bernstein conducted the New York Philharmonic, The Beatles performed during their first visit to New York and Meryl Streep single-handedly saved arts education in “Music of the Heart.” These humble HuffPost soul sistas were in awe.

The day before our prestigious debut, we’d rehearsed our “Lady Marmalade” choreography for a grand total of 45 minutes. If we do say so ourselves, we nailed the essence of “voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir,” even if most of our vocals couldn’t rough it on a bad episode of “Say What? Karaoke.” But we pulled it off, only missing a few cues here and there.

Why did this happen, you ask? It was all in the name of the music, specifically that of Florence Foster Jenkins, the New York heiress and socialite who self-financed an opera career, unaware that she couldn’t sing. Jenkins performed at Carnegie Hall in 1944 and is now the subject of a biopic directed by Stephen Frears ("The Queen,” “High Fidelity”) starring Streep ("Music of the Heart,” obviously). The movie opens Aug. 12, and, for some reason (a fun marketing ploy?), Paramount Pictures invited us to follow our dreams on the Carnegie stage, just like Jenkins did.

Watch us below, will you? As Meryl herself would say, “That’s all.”

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