And that is when I really start to hate people. They keep talking and asking questions and hogging my wine. But finally, when they all leave me to be, I get to go backstage and eat food.
I was in the middle of stitching myself a new dress and I had to take a break to eat some food and someone who was stalking me in the dressing room suddenly snuck out and took this photo.
I had to wrestle her to the ground, but then when I saw the photo, I was so pretty and dewy fresh, I decided to show everyone my little back stage home away from home.