Today is the day.
I pace around my dressing room, and try to breathe. Why they even bothered to give me a dressing room I don't know; the thing was as perfunctory as their respect -- no light, moth-eaten walls, mirrors not cleaned since before original sin, probably...
There was no sense in which anyone cared about me as a performer in my own
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