“I feel sick,” I said, trying to sound sick. “So why are you still here?” Davenport said to me angrily.
“Stop talking, take off your costume, and give it to Olivia! Okay? Come on, everybody! Let’s go! Go! Go!”
I ran backstage to the dressing room as quickly as I could and started peeling off my costume.
Two seconds later there was a knock and Via half opened the door.
“What is going on?” she said. “Hurry up, put it on,” I answered, handing her the dress.
“You’re sick?” “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.
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