Amy nodded. She imagined that radio had changed a lot over the decades and she didn’t exactly know what she was in for listening to a variety show. She sincerely hoped it would be as helpful as it sounded. The only thing worse than doing a bad job would be not doing it at all and if she didn’t have material she would have to do a lot of improvising. It was a scary thought, getting out there even if the Big Top wasn’t at capacity and not knowing what to do in front of a crowd. It sounded like a nightmare.
Once inside the cook house, Amy took a good look around. This would be where she’d be eating, after all, so she should become familiar with it. It wasn’t exactly her kitchen or even the high school’s cafeteria, but it looked like it was well-run. As long as Amy wasn’t starving to death, she really couldn’t complain, and it didn’t look like she’d have to starve.
“I could go for something to eat.” She smiled a little. She’d come to the carnival from a point in time when she’d planned to grab a snack and sit in front of the television, so she was hungry.