CHAPTER 12

Myrna knocked at the “Staff Only” door behind the stadium. A large man pulled the door ajar, blocking its opening with his broad body.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

She’d had nothing to wear but professional attire, but being called ma’am smacked of elderly lady and set her teeth on edge.

“I’m a guest of Sinners.”

He gave her a “yeah, right” look and consulted a paper attached to his clipboard. “Name?”

“Myrna.” She coughed. “Myrna Suxsed.”

He grinned at her. “You must have a lot of sisters. There are half a dozen girls with that same last name on my list.”

She cleared her throat. “Indeed.”

He stepped aside, handed her a backstage pass with her fake name on it and pointed her down a corridor. People stood outside doors marked with the names of the opening bands. Most of the hall-dwellers were young women who looked as expected. Wearing a black bra as a shirt seemed to be the norm. Myrna pretended to fit in, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. Every person she passed stopped talking in mid-