I feel like a workhorse. [She says lightly, because she imagines that everybody feels the same. She opens up the box, displaying a whole array of cream puffs. She picks out one with maple glaze drizzled on top and opens up the tequila one-handed.]

The fans are happy though. Even if I could sing "White Tie and Cork" and do the choreography in my sleep by now, it's something they won't forget. That's important. If I don't accomplish anything here-- [She takes a bite of the puff and washes it down straight from the bottle.] --at least they'll remember this week until they die.