Emma was on stage for the rehearsal when Candice fell from the rig. Forty feet. Head first. There was blood everywhere.
“Towels! Are there towels?”
This girl didn’t need towels. The set did. Candice was beyond need.
Emma took off her sweatshirt and handed it to the Stage Manager. There were no towels.
That was yesterday. Today she didn’t leave her room at the Marriott.
But she was okay.
There was knocking, --”House Keeping! I have the towels you ordered.”
Emma stepped over three sets of clean towels to open the door. The maid handed her another clean set.
“Towels! Are there towels?”
This girl didn’t need towels. The set did. Candice was beyond need.
Emma took off her sweatshirt and handed it to the Stage Manager. There were no towels.
That was yesterday. Today she didn’t leave her room at the Marriott.
But she was okay.
There was knocking, --”House Keeping! I have the towels you ordered.”
Emma stepped over three sets of clean towels to open the door. The maid handed her another clean set.
