Chapter 5
Perrin sat in the rehearsal space on the upper level of the Seattle Opera House about a mile from the Emerald City Opera’s offices. It was a beautiful space, nearly the same size as the main stage without all the extra space off to the back of the stage and the sides that Bill told her were called wings. The rehearsal space was actually on the top floor of the building, off the side of the upstairs lobby behind an unmarked door. Decorated in a soft beige, it had been turned golden by the tall windows at one end letting in the Seattle sunshine. A shining black grand piano replaced the orchestra.
“This is just our first sing-through,” Bill had informed her. “We need to start getting the cast comfortable with the new music. If this were a repertoire opera, they would arrive three
