"I did, the other day," she said after a pause. "Believe it or not. Stupid idea; I regretted it the very next morning. Who wants to rehearse in that state? No thank you." She grimaced. Somehow, the takeout box in her lap was empty, so she put it on the coffee table, then allowed Drake to reposition her, resting her head against his chest. The easy comfort leached the last of her tension out of her, and she relaxed, allowing him to support her.
"Well, Feria's lovely - and a fiend for technique, which I can respect. Timur - Fedoro, that is - is nearly always drunk, as mentioned. Orrin's playing the Count, and I do think he rather enjoys goosing me far too much. I think Adele and Lyssa were together - for about five minutes - so now every scene with Kerubino and Barbaretta has this rather hilarious - and somewhat apropos - sexual tension, though Lyssa's glower does rather ruin the effect. We've the orchestra in this week, as well, which has made things particularly chaotic. But," she finished, stifling a yawn, "all in all, it is coming together well. It's quite hysterical; the audience should be in stitches at least half the time."