Calma exited the dressing room. She paused to answer a few questions from the press then moved on to the staging area. Archie was already there. He looked away from the slightly parted curtain and grinned. “The place is filling up. All set?”
“Not quite. Have you seen our special guest?”
“She went into the ladies room. Her stomach was doing flip flops.” He chuckled and held his hand up. “No, just nerves. She wants to make a good impression is all.”
“Oh, I'm sure she'll do just fine as our presenter.” Calma accepted the water from a server and took a long drink. “Well, let's get this party started.” She winked at her companion then, as the orchestra's number was coming to an end, she walked on stage. “Thank you all for coming.” She began as the applause died down. “This year's pageant was not as active as other years, but not lacking in competition. Our contestants took on each contest with the zeal of true men of Star Trek. Please give them all a round of applause for a job well done.” She stepped away from the podium as the spotlight fell on the different tables with the contestants and their guests sitting around them.