Backstage

Steph arrive backstage at her first event. She was nervous, but very, very excited. Already, the backstage area was unlike anything she'd seen in the minor leagues. There were dozens of producers, assistants, craftsmen and more. They moved about with frantic efficiency, many talking into headsets and they relayed information. This was really it, Steph was a pro wrestler!

"Steph?" She turned to see April, the producers who'd been put in charge of her match. "Glad you made it!"

"Glad to be here!" Steph said excitedly.

"We're running a little behind schedule." April explained. "So, if you can get dressed in twenty, we need you onstage ASAP."

"Wait... really?" Steph exclaimed, fighting back panic. "Does that mean my new costume is ready?"

"It's waiting in your dressing room." April told her. "By the way, creative decided to alter your plans slightly..."

"Wait, really?" Steph asked. "You didn't change the color, did you? I like the darker tones..."

"Don't worry, nothing like that." April reassured her. "We just changed the cut of it slightly. Now, we're wasting time. You're dressing room is right this way..."