Yes, it might seem impossible, but I AM alive. A lot's been going on, but here's the next chapter. It's short, but I already have the chapter after that half written too.


Weeks have past and, By George!, they were starting to get it. Still moaning and groaning but now they at least have a small sense of rhythm. A very small sense.

Routines were hard and we practice for about 4 hours at a time, starting at 5 or 6 in the morning. Trust me. I am not a morning person. You crossing me at 5 in the morning would be vaguely similar to crossing the lion's feeding time at the zoo. Not a pretty sight.

This morning was different. After the normal 50 push-up, 50 sit-up warm-up, (I skillfully pretended I lost my purse during this time. Pierce Brosnan would be proud) some crew members brought in the barrels for the Carrying The Banner number.

Oh boy. This could get interesting.

"Hey guys," I yelled, "do ten more push-ups."

They would need all the upper body strength they could get.


Yes, very short i know. But, I'll add the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow.