SEVENTEEN
The third floor corridor of the Teatro Lakambini building doubled as a production-s***h-rehearsal space when the theatre itself was being prepped for a new production. And because the design team had already begun setting up the foundation of Hanggang Ulap’s stage, everyone else was on the third floor that morning, seated in groups and minding their assignments.
Erin sat with the wardrobe team, helping put together the super-ultra-mega-final list of costumes for each character in the show. Every now and then, she would get distracted by the movement on the other side of the corridor where Ramon was teaching principal dancers Mots and Regina show choreography.
Ramon dancing was always a joy to behold. Of course, Erin thought. This was his element, and it was only natural that h
