
Here are the entries I pulled out of the loca file:
1. "Shimmer the Siren's Show"
2. *Witness the charms of Shimmer the Siren for yourself. Will you blush like a mermaid?*
3. "Mr. Shimmer,
I've been to every one of your shows even though my dad says I'm too young for the Blushing Mermaid. You're the best performer I've ever seen in my whole life!
Could you please teach me how to dance? You won't have to do much, I'm already super good - I can do two cartwheels in a row! I'll help you do your makeup, wash your sparkly outfits, do your hair - whatever you need! I'll be the best student you ever had, on Ilmater's word! I'll be at your show later, I'm the girl with blonde curly hair (which I think would look great with one of your blue ribbons in it, I'm just saying!)
Lots of love, Mindi
4. Shimmer the AMAZING
[This excerpt from "The Gate's Pub Crawl Guide" suggests that more than one drink was imbibed during its writing.] Everyone goes on about the Elfsong - how iconic it is. How 'interesting' its ghost is. Well, BOO I say! I wish to have music! DRAMA! And I can't with a spirit jealous enough to stop any but itself performing. Therefore, it is with stupendous delight that I suggest many OTHER glorious boozing establishments! Take the Blushing Mermaid, where you can watch Shimmer the Siren dazzle the crowd, or simply enjoy its swashbuckling patrons sing shanties and beat one another into oblivion.
Or mayhaps you fancy a delightful venue with live music, and the most sour waitstaff you've ever met. If so, the Singing Lute is for you! Tucked away by the harbour, it's perfect for a romantic evening. If nothing else, Henk's delightful demeanour will make you grateful for your beloved.
EDIT: Forgot this one:
5. Shimmer, you are on your last damn chance. I am your manager, not your bloody understudy. I had to throw a wig on the other day and shake my arse like an eel in a frenzy - well, no more! We can't keep hoping the crowd is too drunk to notice my chest hair.
From now on, you're showing up sober and early. And if I catch so much as whiff of drink on you, you're out on your arse and Hank the Wobbler is taking your spot. SOBER, Shimmer - I mean it this time.
However, there remains another watering-hole. One that only the most daring, the most courageous of patrons go! Should you wish to test your mettle, and rub shoulders with the city's secret underbelly, I can only tell you this.
Enjoy the Guildhall...