CHAPTER 11: DRESS REHEARSAL
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New Orleans, December 18, 1987
Mark swore to himself. Dressed in jeans and light jackets, he and George stood on
the stage of the amphitheater, looking over the stable set. “I wish this rehearsal
was at night, so we could get the lighting right and let the cast get used to moving
in the dark.”
“Could we go through it again, tonight?” George asked.
“Nope. Charles said he couldn’t arrange it. Hell of a lot of good it would do, anyway.
We don’t have the camels or a crane crew today, because Charles spent the money on
advertising.” Mark kicked a stick off the stage. “The two riskiest parts of the performance
and we can’t practice them because of Charles and his goddamned advertising budget.”
“Better keep it down, Mark. Sound really carri
