Kitty comes back before the end of the show, this time holding a sparkly silver purse instead of a clipboard.
She's changed out of the playsuit and is wearing an elegant black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline.
If only I'd put on a pretty dress today. FML.
"This way, ladies," she says gesturing out the door.
The Alastair's Angels push in front of me as we walk to the door.
Kitty leads us through a labyrinth of corridors and elevators, all the way to the backstage area on the ground floor.
We're ushered into a small, brightly lit dressing room, with several leather sofas and racks of clothes.
The walls are covered in mirrors, and the angels quickly whip out their makeup.
We haven't been in the room more than ten seconds before they're inspecting their reflections, puckering th
