Rey Velasquez Sagcal Future Tense Fiction “I had the model study every second of every comedy show ever recorded.” Why was she even there? They had two more days in Vegas, and she’d been working from seven in the morning until ten at night, corralling prospects on the trade show floor, hosting cocktail parties, posting updates, selling nonstop. Now she was stuck in a crowded second-rate comedy club. A man at the table behind her had dog breath. Her feet were hot. But the mood, at least, was good.