Chapter Eleven
Rémy
“I wish I could change into my tuxedo here instead of at the theater. Hell, I’d rather perform in my sweats.” I grumbled. Elise laughed. I’d called my former vocal teacher in Italy, hoping she would calm me down. Tonight was my first public performance since the debacle at the Royal Opera in London, and I kept reliving the horror of that night, an endless loop playing in the back of my brain.
“Rémy, trust your voice. It is better than it has ever been, unless you’ve allowed that conductor to…”
“Elise, no, Serge has been a pleasure to work with, though I have had to say no to over-singing a few times. If he had his way we’d be rehearsing around the clock.” I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. “I figured out that keeping communication to written notes works best w
