Standing backstage, it was impossible to see what was happening out there, but every once in a while, Bree heard what sounded like hot air being forced through the pipes and then the roar of the crowd. She had to imagine that was the fire side of the stage. A nervous energy balled up inside of her as she thought about what might happen. The pipes were so far over their heads, there was no way they could actually be near the flames, not unless there was a major installation problem.
Or sabotage.
As she stood watching the models fly back from their trips around the runway to get into their next outfits, she couldn’t imagine what that might be like, to have to change clothes in front of whoever might be looking, and then get right back out there. She thought it must be horribly stressful, though, and couldn’t imagine it would ever be the job for her. But then, she doubted many of the models would feel too comfortable singing in front of thousands of people either.
