Chapter Twenty-One
Gray
After the interview, we went straight to the theater. Rémy insisted on driving. Serge must have been used to it, because he handed over his keys with only a half-smile and a lifted eyebrow.
Since the performance wasn’t for a few more hours, I showed Rémy my broom closet office, gathered up my laptop and then we went downstairs to Rehearsal Room D. Rémy had never shown much interest in his social media accounts and I thought he should become more involved. It wouldn’t take much effort to boost his followers. All he had to do was post a picture of himself in his gray sweats occasionally.
“I understand why this is important, Gray. But, I honestly can’t think of one single thing about myself that would interest anyone. You know what my life is about. I wake up, rehe
