We gather at our staging area.. giggling and nervous like we’d been the 8 shows before..already starting to reminisce and remind ourselves about all the experiences we’d shared. The cues are spoken over the CB.. we cue up our audio players. I step over to help Jetfire with her special effects as always when. I. realize.
I left my ball behind.
Oh shit.. what am I gonna do? I can’t..i mean If I dont have the ball we cant play handball and the. THE DODGEBALL GAME. Oh ffs I gotta do something.. we’re walking out..towards disco pants lane.. I know. That’s it. I’m gonna bust a stupid dope move. okay.. step..step..step..and EXIT LEFT.! I burst throughthesidedoorandnarrowlymissEmmaasIwhiparoundthecornerandchargeupthestepsasfastasIcan…. where is it where is it.. THERE. I grab the ball and realize how very,
the dance in disco pants lane really is.. still jogging but carefully..dont miss a step now because you’re running.. just get outside before the call of RRRRRIIIGHT.! I hear them laugh as I come back through..must have a sheepish grin on.. good thing I’m wearing this mask or they might see that I’m a bit embarrassed… and out into the lane.. looking for my space.. clutching the ball and laughing.. how could i perform without you, yellow ball?