Chapter Seven
By the end of the show I felt I had slogged through a primeval jungle, a densely filled tropical nightmare infested with threatening creatures and poisonous viny plants that strangled and sapped my body of strength. Overheated, overwhelmed, exhausted both mentally and physically, my head spun as I tried to reorient myself. I had hacked my way through the last two hours and was ready to collapse. I had no energy left to cry.
“Good job!” Marly exclaimed as she took off her cans. “Let’s go.”
I opened the door that led to her booth and followed her out into the hall. My legs and feet felt like they were filled with buckshot. Zombie-like, I shuffled along a step behind, leaving my intangible foes in the strange world of Studio B. Marly carried a pile of papers that she spilled
