The lights dimmed, and I turned on the large board filled with switches and buttons. Right on cue, I slid up number 11, and a blue pool of light formed. Hot air rose up to the light booth, and I tensely pulled the switch back down. My back ached against a hard stool. A dim turquoise lamp lit up a binder full of notes and cues.
Ooh. Lightbooth. Never been in there. Sounds like fun.
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