So Floyd - who's blogging at justout.com - and I got a backstage tour. You'd think that since I was an opera singer and Floyd a frequent supernumerary, it wouldn't be interesting, but I never tire of going backstage. It's like being between two worlds.
So here's Floyd in the Parisian garret:

And me looking inappropriately happy by the bed where Mimi will expire of consumption.

Then the fake snow balls:

And Floyd working the stage manager booth:

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