When I pulled the car into the garage, my dad’s car was already parked at the side of the driveway. They greeted Nicole with applause and embraces, which she truly deserved. The performance was much smoother and more polished; her voice held up well and her acting was even more intense.
My dad sounded like a schoolboy. “Nicole, I have seen dozens of Violettas in my lifetime, but you gave the most honest and nuanced perspective. And your vocal prowess is exquisite. Thank you so very much.” He reached out and kissed her hand, and I wanted to cry. I’d never seen my dad so enthralled in my life.
“We’re not going to stay because we both have to work tomorrow, but this was the most enjoyable evening. Nicole, thank you again for being so gracious and for all you’ve done for our Meg.” My mom’s v
