Chapter 8Finally, Jelly told Chris and Russell that they had to go out and greet their fans. Chris packed her cello into its case to leave in the green room, and everyone went downstairs.
The doors of the first-floor salon were wide open, and people spilled out onto the deck. When we walked into where the bar was, everyone turned and clapped again. Chris held her hand up and shook her head, humbly. She reached over, grabbed Russell’s hand, and held it up into the air. Everyone cheered.
One of Jelly’s valets immediately brought her a Glenfiddich and vodka with lemon for Russell. Chris couldn’t take a step without someone complementing them on the concert.
A very tall, handsome, black man, who must have been a basketball player, walked up to her. He must have been seven feet tall.
“Miss
