"Yeah! Hurry up!" Via, looking stunned, took off her T-shirt and jeans and pulled the
long dress over her head. I pulled it down for her, and then zipped up the back. Luckily,
Emily Webb didn't go on until ten minutes into the play, so the girl handling hair and
makeup had time to put Via's hair up in a twist and do a quick makeup job. I'd never
seen Via with a lot of makeup on: she looked like a model.
"I'm not even sure I'll remember my lines," Via said, looking at herself in the mirror. "
Your lines."
"You'll do great," I said.
She looked at me in the mirror. "Why are you doing this, Miranda?"
"Olivia!" It was Davenport, hush-shouting from the door. "You're on in two minutes. It's
now or never!"
Via followed him out the door, so I never got the chance to answer her question. I don't
know what I would have said, anyway. I wasn't sure what the answer was.
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