“Good. Sit here. Someone will come and get you when it's time to go on.” The woman consulted her papers. “You get two minutes up front. You were a last-minute guest, so there's no time for an interview; we'll just have to make do. Be fast and be funny.” With a quick sniff, the woman was gone.
Ruby collapsed on the sofa. Suddenly she was more than nervous. She was terrified. Be funny.
What had she been thinking? She wasn't funny. Her material might be funny, but she wasn't. It usually took her three minutes into a routine before she calmed down enough to make people laugh.
So, a minute after she was finished, she'd be a riot.
She shot to her feet. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought for a second that someone was at the door.
“Calm down, Ruby,” she said, forcing her fingers to un
