The ProdigalThirty eight
“MR. AMES, MISS PERKINS would like you to come to her dressing room. Would you come with me, please?” I looked at Wendy, Melody, Lissa, and Bree. They flicked their fingers at me, so I went with the house manager. The show was supposed to start in ten minutes. There were flowers all over Allie’s dressing room. More flowers, I thought, than there were people in the audience. Allison threw herself into my arms as soon as she saw me. “Tony! I’m so scared!” “Allie, honey. You’ll be fine. This...