Mina looked out into a sea of distant relatives, the semi-familiar faces tear streaked and sorrowful. So much expectation was staring back at her. It reminded her of the tiny clubs she got her start in so many years ago and those same feelings of dread washed over her. The stages she performs on now face out into almost complete darkness. The bright spotlights allow for vague silhouettes of people-shaped lumps, but not much else. She just concentrates on what gets the most laughs, what works and what doesn't. The intimacy of how close they all felt made her shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Her feet ached in the shoes that