Sweet precious sleep was calling my name. I didn’t have to do anything until the elimination round tomorrow morning.
I stood still as the sound guy adjusted the microphone on my sundress, trying not to feel like cattle being herded through a fence. From the little I’d seen of the show, they made this look so natural, sprinkling the interviews and conversations in with the footage of the trials. I didn’t realize it was so methodically planned and orchestrated.
“Aspen, you’re next.” Molly moved me to the front of the line as the ten-minute buzzer signaled the end of Edith’s turn. I should have been paying attention to her answers.
Jay’s makeup team hovered around him, offering sips of water, until he waved them away.
“3, 2, 1. Action.”
Someone gave me a gentle shove forward.
Don’t trip
