Christine saw one of her assistants signal to her that the other woman she’d invited for the afternoon’s photo session, along with two men who’d been with the woman, and that Christine had similarly invited, had arrived early and were waiting in the hallway.

Christine motioned to her assistant to walk them over, but to keep the noise down, as Jules was still singing.

She didn’t need to, since everyone in the studio and even the new arrivals were hushed, listening to Jules croon her love for the Big Apple.

Patrick was clicking away, photographing Jules from various angles, bending down on his knees to frame shots of her upward, and then walking around also to photograph her from both right and left sides.  He motioned for his assistant to quickly bring over one of his custom large-format cameras that still used film, in order that he could shoot a series of shots of Jules using that also.

At one point he asked quietly, “Jules can you open your eyes, please?  I want to take a few shots of you with those beautiful dark eyes seducing the camera.”

Jules slowly opened her eyes, paused briefly from her singing, smiled at him, and then continued, “One hand in the air for the big city … Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty … No place in the world that can compare.”

“Put your lighters in the air, everybody say, Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

Christine was sold.  This chick is going to be in that show, no matter what.

As Jules ended the song, Christine and Patrick exchanged excited grins.

The people in the warehouse spontaneously clapped loudly as the last chords of the song died out, some whistling their appreciation.

“Bravo,  Jules!,” Patrick exclaimed, as he joined the others clapping.  Then his eyes lit up, as he turned to Christine, “I think you should let her sing either the opening number or the closing number of the show this winter!”

Christine smiled, “I was thinking the same thing.  She could sing behind a scrim or something … like the ones they use in ballets.”

“So all that people would see would be this sexy, mysterious figure, singing from behind the scrim.”

Patrick got into it, “Oh, but you must let her step out from behind the scrim at some point, maybe towards the end.  Make her strut like a model down the runway, still singing!  And before anyone realizes what they’ve just seen, she’ll disappear again behind the scrim.  Like a beautiful, mysterious creature…”