“No, it’s light,” Pauline contradicted.
Pauline and Flo were actually arguing about it.
“We’ll see what color it is when we reach the studio,” Judy told them, “not that it matters. I’m tired of all this talk about hair.”
“How much farther is it?” asked Clarissa. “It seems to me we’ve been walking forever in this wind.”
“We’re there,” announced Pauline as they rounded the next corner. “See the sign, GOLDEN GIRL SHOW. The theater looks a little sad, doesn’t it? They’ve turned an old movie house into a TV studio.”
Judy was eager to see how the cameras and other technical equipment were arranged inside the theater building.
“It’s warm, thank goodness!” she exclaimed as they entered, showing their pass to a man in the lobby. He waved a tired hand toward the left side of the theater.
“You’re early. Take any four seats,” he said with an uninterested drawl.
“Don’t we get a chance to see the dressing rooms?” Clarissa asked. “I’ve always wanted to see the dressing rooms of the stars.”
“We’ll see them afterwards, I guess. I wonder where the control room is. I think I’ll look around and see if I can find it.”