Chapter 10
Basically “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” was reinstated in our household and a truce, shaky as it was, held.
Dom smelled daily of cigarettes, but I said nothing more. He was preoccupied with the show and especially opening night. After being trod upon, I wasn’t about to snuff out his pacifier, much less step on his victory.
The Empress Theatre was a magnificent venue, its Egyptian influence carefully restored by a board prudent, yet never stifling risky, lesser-known shows that challenged their subscriber base. Touring productions direct from Broadway frequently landed there for weeklong sit-downs. It was one of Dom’s favorite stages to work on, with great wing and fly space and an orchestra pit suitable for a small symphony.
I was worried I’d be crucified by the cognoscenti attend
