They got to the garden stage with no serious difficulties – someone measured them for costumes twice, and someone else pinned down one of the Livs – ‘Via – and gave her an interesting make-up job that made her look like a supermodel. A starving supermodel.
“All right.” Abby took a breath. “We’re going to assume that this whole backstage thing is sort of what it looks like and sort of not. I.e., it’s part of the Mall and it leads to other malls. Like this.” She gestured at the door. “Because any other assumption is going to make me go stark, raving mad.” Like the thought that this was all some really fucked up show and there was an exit somewhere. “Ready?” Continue reading