The Edge of Evil

What happens in Vegas, slays in Vegas. 

With a show to produce and my career as an actress on the line, I really don't have time to die-especially violently. However, while that might not be on my agenda, it seems to be on other's.

Awesome. 

Instead of acting in my latest endeavor, I'm playing the real-life role of Reluctant Demon Who Has To Save The World-or at the very least, the hot hero. 

Fine. I'm always up for a plot twist or a re-write. 

Scene One-Save Abaddon from the evil clutches of the hideous Pandora.
Scene Two-Don't die.
Scene Three-Avoid Pandora like the plague. I understand she has an evil box …
Scene Four-Do not die.
Scene Five-Possibly meet my mom, the woman who abandoned me as a baby.
Scene Six-Do Not Freaking Die.
Scene Seven-Go back to my non-deadly life and win a damn Emmy for Ass The World Turns.

Even though I'm living on the edge of evil, half insanity, half upheaval, I'm a pro and the show must go on.

As the saying goes, a bad dress rehearsal means I don't get dismembered on opening night. Or something like that.

It's showtime, folks.