THE YOUNG MAN WEARING a t-shirt bearing the words, Kike’s World, hurried into the backstage room. At his side was a short girl in a similar t-shirt wielding a makeup brush and powder.
“You’re on in thirty seconds.” The man said, signaling to Farida to get up from her chair.
Farida bounded off her seat and remained in place as the man outfitted her with a microphone. The girl swiped her face with the brush, eliminating any last minute shine.
“Follow me.” the man ordered and began to move out of the room.
Farida trailed him and the makeup girl, her nerves taut. She’d never been on a TV show before. What would they ask her? Anyway, no matter what it was, she would answer calmly and coolly with a friendly smile. This morning, she’d chosen her clothes with care. A slimming navy-blue three-b
