“Three minutes! Move it!”
“Got it!” Joy yelled.
I dashed over to Setup, dropping the cloak and ripping the grey wig-crown from my head.
Connie had my skirt and heels ready to step into. She grabbed the blonde wig-hat, while Joy lifted the skirt and fastened it.
“Jacket. Come on come on,” I snapped.
Joy pushed my hands into the sleeves and pulled on the jacket. Connie pinned the wig, digging the bobby pins into my scalp.
“One minute!” I heard.
“Ready to go,” Joy said. Connie smiled.
I teetered onstage for my final solo. Blood trickled into my eyes.
“Got it!” Joy yelled.
I dashed over to Setup, dropping the cloak and ripping the grey wig-crown from my head.
Connie had my skirt and heels ready to step into. She grabbed the blonde wig-hat, while Joy lifted the skirt and fastened it.
“Jacket. Come on come on,” I snapped.
Joy pushed my hands into the sleeves and pulled on the jacket. Connie pinned the wig, digging the bobby pins into my scalp.
“One minute!” I heard.
“Ready to go,” Joy said. Connie smiled.
I teetered onstage for my final solo. Blood trickled into my eyes.
