Backstage after the show, the energy was electric. The show had been almost flawless in its execution, and everyone was ready to party. The girls stood in the doorway of their dressing-room watching Edwaldo. He walked around the backstage area with a permanent, broad grin etched on his face. Some of Rio's most elite members accompanied him as he ambled from artist to artist, introducing his guests to them and patting his artists' shoulders or backs with emphatic slaps. He grabbed veteran performers by their faces as though they were old lovers and planted a kiss on each cheek.
"Someone’s happy," Wendy said, looking in his direction.
"I’m not!" Lisa grumbled, attempting to dry her hair with a small hand towel. "If I’d known that I was going to get soaked to the skin every night doing that
