i remember the gold sequined flats we wore
and another girl named valerie whom everyone mocked for being too fat to be a mermaid, for having to use the most paint and sequins to conceal her body
we swam around in a tank in the day in a sort of theme park and some of the mermaids wore blank white masks to appear eerie. one girl remarked on how we could tell who everyone was even in the water according to how tan they were and how graceful they were. the entire place was creepy dark and cave-like and there was an underwater bar.
at night we performed in a show involving popping in and out of holes in the ground and throwing our heads back and flipping our multi-colored wigs to the beat. the prima ballerina wore all gold and was a huge bitch. i had one friend, a bit chubby and punky. at one point she realized that print outs of her myspace profile were on the stage and i had to stand on them to keep anyone from seeing her personal information. the show was for middle-aged rich LA types who'd paid $100 to attend. we had some technical problems and the music stopped for a bit but the show went on, featuring a snow white-type witch stirring a cauldron.
Real Me kept questioning why I wasn't having trouble breathing, and every time I asked, i would suddenly feel short of breath and would have to go up for air. in the end, i settled that there must be plenty of carbon dioxide dissolved into the water and that with practice i had become accustomed to it.
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