Chapter Three
Rémy
“Remember everything I taught you. Sing from the diaphragm, and if you are uncomfortable with a note, put your foot down and make the conductor alter the passage. You’ve been incredibly lucky to avoid surgery on your vocal cords, but you might not be so lucky again.”
Elise, the vocal coach I owed my career to was right. She’d saved my voice, and it had taken almost two years of relearning how to sing to make it happen.
“Are you sure you trust this man, Sergei Kuznetzov?” Elise paced in front of my bed, making it difficult to pack my suitcase lying on top of it. Her hands twisted around each other compulsively, and I’d swear her nerves were more fraught than mine.
“I don’t know him well, but we went to the same school in Phila…”
“That same school that taught you how
