Leaving the dressing room, Lily arrived at the backstage waiting area with her nervous hands finding nowhere to rest, her heart pounding so fiercely that it felt like it could jump out of her mouth at any moment and turn into a frog on the floor.
A female producer of the show offered comfort, "Take a deep breath, relax, it's not a big deal. Helen talked with you for a while, she was nice, wasn't she? She won't make things difficult for you, and Martin grew up with you..."
Lily took several deep breaths, but was still unable to calm down.
After all, she was only 17 years old.
Lily asked, "Am I really lame? Unworldly?"
The female producer, now certain to encourage, said, "You're doing fine, much better than most people on their first time on camera. Be brave, be confident."
Lily's heart was still pounding fiercely, and she couldn't help but revert to her old habit, cursing under her breath, "Fuck! Fuck..."
