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Elle
I march up the backstage stairs. My destination? The rafters. That’s the entry point for all Cinderellas to walk down the crystal staircase to the main stage.
And it’s my goal now.
Once there, I find an older gentleman in a Le Charme jacket. The name Gerry is stitched on his chest.
“Hello!” I give him my most cheerful wave. “I’m the last contestant.”
Gerry smacks his wrinkly old guy lips. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am,” I say brightly. “I even have a thumb drive with my video and everything.” I lower my voice to a conspiratorial tone. “Cora says you can upload it right from your laptop.”
Some people have zero reaction to fairy charm. Kyle the parking lot guy was one of those. Cora the back stage guard? Total opposite. I could have asked for her grandmother’s social security
