It was almost three when I walked out onto the set in the corset with black hose.
I heard a couple gasps and one very loud wolf whistle. I looked over to the sound crew who was staring at me. The whistle had come from that direction.
“Thank you,” I mouthed to them.
I sat down on the bench and picked up my cello.
“I’m sorry,” Mimi called out to the crew. “We had to make a little change in her costume.”
“No problem,” one of the lighting techs called. “It was worth the wait.” Several of the crew clapped in agreement.
Joel stood there with his hand on his chin, biting his lip.
“Pick up your cello as if you were going to play.”
He walked around the screen. He was thinking of something.
“Make believe you’re playing, then look over at me and say your line.”
He was off to the corner, alm
