Tick tock tick tock tick tock…
The hands on the enormous antique grandfather clock looming in the opposite corner of the waiting room are moving unbearably slowly.
The backstage waiting room has been dressed up to resemble an old fashioned Moulin Rouge inspired boudoir, with flocked damask walls draped in lavish fabrics, a symphony of rich jewel-toned silk, velvet and satin in shades of luscious purplish plum, deep wine reds and jet black accented with burnished golds and touches of ebony. Large ornate gilded mirrors and antique chaise lounges sparkle below the golden light cast by crystal drop chandeliers and Victorian style floor lamps with beaded shades, embellished with luxurious ostrich feathers and tassels.
As instructed, Svetlana, Xiu-Mei and I are all seated along a spacious plu
