Twelve
WHEN WE EMERGE ONTO the stage, the crowd begins to applaud again. We wave and take our seats. Renee tells us to always look at the camera with the red light on and to try to relax. Neither proves very easy to remember. Andrews joins us and thanks us again for being on the show.
Before we know it, the producer is counting us down, the red light comes on, and we’re live. Andrews, looking at the camera, says over rather raucous applause, “Good morning from beautiful Myerton, Maryland, as we kick off NBS’ Summer of Love!” At that, the applause grows louder, accompanied by cheers and hoots. I squirm a little bit, not used to all of the attention. Looking over at Helen, I see she’s smiling and waving at the crowd, taking it all in stride. But even as she does, she’s scanning the crowd,
