Rachel crawls across to the other balcony

"Dammit!" she hissed, actually hopping up and down in frustration. She had to get the dress, even if it was wet. Now that she'd washed it the stains wouldn't show and she didn't have time to screw around.

Eying the balcony next to hers she judged the gap to be about two feet. Easy enough to cross, she thought, until she actually put her foot up on the railing and found herself staring down at the ground far below.

"You can do it," she told herself, in spite of being frozen. "Think of the job," she said.

The prospect of paying work, of becoming something out here among celebrities and rich people snapped her out of her fear. Putting the cell down on the railing she reached out, managed to grasp the other balcony's railing, and pulled her second foot up.

"The job," she breathlessly reminded herself, and jumped across, somehow managing to land in a crouch like a well co-ordinated person.

"Oh thank you God!" she moaned, and crawled toward the dress.