“I’m gonna need black,” I call over. “Or blue. Red. Green. Maybe purple in a pinch. Anything but that.” While beggars can’t be choosers, I do have some degree of pride, and Barbie pink isn’t going to fly. “Seriously?” Violet gestures with the KT roll in exasperation. “It’s tape, you overgrown man-child.” “Do you know how much shit I’ll get if I show up in the dressing room with pink tape all over my shoulder?”
