Chapter Seventeen
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Instead of period costumes, our stage director had chosen a contemporary style, which made my job much easier. Instead of dealing with layers of ruffles and breeches from the eighteenth century, Rémy would wear modern slacks and shirts that were much easier to work with for quick costume changes. That was the only straightforward thing I had to deal with on opening night, because the star of the show apparently wasn’t speaking, and I was a nervous mess.
Rémy had reverted to writing everyone notes. He sent me a text earlier asking me to inform Peter and Serge about this precautionary measure. That was all he texted. He didn’t mention a word about last night. Rémy claimed he had a tickle in the back of his throat and wanted to be extra careful with his voice. Serge
