The hallway outside Serge’s office was packed. The only people I recognized were Serge, his husband Josh and Angela. I assumed everyone else was a musician or singer. Turned out I was wrong.
“Remember their faces.” Angela whispered in my ear. “Some of them are reporters. Never talk to them.”
I still couldn’t believe this much fuss was being made over an opera singer, then kicked myself for not listening to any of the YouTube videos of Rémy performing. He must be freaking amazing to garner that kind of attention.
“Thank you, but this is Rémy’s first day and we have a busy agenda. Our publicity department will be in touch with you in the next couple of days to set up interviews.” Serge announced. The crowd of reporters parted and I laid eyes on Rémy Grosjean for the first time, then promp
