CHAPTER 7
Face Off
Ladouche and I appeared in an amusement park. In front of us was a square filled with people and mascots. The aromas of popcorn, cotton candy, and caramel hit me like a sledgehammer. Above, a roller coaster crested a hill and then plummeted, screams trailing behind it. I had been to this park many times as a kid, but this time, it wasn’t for fun.
Ladouche pointed to a reflective blue dome in front of us. “She’s in Studio 17.”
A plastic pass appeared in my hand. It read:
Face Off
Audition Pass
B. McFerrin
“Wait,” I said. “Face Off is a game show. You’re making me audition for a game show?”
Ladouche laughed and left me in a passing wave of tourists.
I shoved my way through the crowd to a side door of the blue dome, where a security guard with sunglasses was sitt
