The dressing room at GMU’s Center for the Arts was not much bigger than my dinky office back in Richmond. Only half the bulbs around the mirror worked, which didn’t matter because it kept fogging up thanks to the humidifier. Rémy was such a diva when it came to his throat.
After setting up my supplies, I noticed the time. Rémy would be here any minute, so I grabbed the empty thermos out of my bag and was about to go in search for a source of warm water when the door to the dressing room flew open.
“... I gave her front row seats, so make sure you focus on her occasionally. Hell, wink and flirt if you think she’ll write a great review.” Serge said, following Rémy into the crowded dressing room. “This is the star dressing room? You would’ve been better off using the one down the hall meant
