CHAPTER TWO
A week later the girls were already disillusioned by the mundanity of the show routines. The huge, corrugated metal haulage container, which was used as the dressing-room, was where they spent most of their time during the shows. It was a confined space, so full of pent up frustration, mistrust, and misplaced anger at the new arrivals that the girls dreaded entering it. The existing group had shuffled apart to make space for the quartet to sit at a long plank of plywood that ran the length of the container. It was used as a makeup table, with strategically place mirrors dotted along the wall. A string of lightbulbs liberally drooped along the same wall provided them with enough light to apply their make-up. There was an aged fan placed at one end of the container. The oscillat
