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Chapter 6
An hour passed by before I slipped out of that dark and quiet world of unconsciousness. Guy held me in his arms inside his changing room. I looked around: makeup desk lined with an assortment of bright light bulbs, candle burning to my left, a desk covered in what looked like scripts to the show, and a narrow table with empty glasses and plastic water bottles. He reached for a bottle and instructed, “Take a sip.” “What happened?” I asked. The water soothed my dry throat. I took another sip and passed the bottle back to him. “I asked you to come on stage. You did. Then I asked you to marry me, and you passed out. That was almost a half hour ago.” Confused, unable to remember anything of the event, I said, “You asked me to marry you?” “Of course, I did. In front of all my viewers and Gu
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