Chapter Eight

Waternova

Thirsty! So ridiculously thirsty! Like seriously about to dehydrate and die I brushed back my sweaty bangs and reached underneath the makeshift bar for something really cold to quench my really hot thirst. A liquid nitrogen cloud fogging up my glasses I held my breath and grabbed two or three energy drinks out of the Styrofoam cooler, swarms of frantic humans buzzing above me, yelling above me—the entire gallery hive stinging me with a get-back-to-work glare as I quickly pushed myself back up on my stiletto heels and with my medicinal honey held really tight to my chest, abruptly decided to go on break. For my health’s sake . . . Now it definitely wasn’t easy, and it definitely wasn’t without its fair share of doubt and despair, but somehow, through it all—through the heartburn, the gag reflex, the near-death experience—somehow I definitely did manage to finish the first can of yellowgreen fuel in under thirty seconds!