The scene: Chamber tonight. Jessica and I are sharing a stand, Julia has her own stand behind us.
Mr. Angeles is trying to tell Julia to move more towards the middle, so he can see her better. He points at her with is baton, and says, "More to the middle, my dear. Toward the middle."
I think he's pointing at me, so I start scooting over.
He keeps pointing, and saying, "To the middle, my dear!"
I look at him and ask, "Me?"
"No. My dear. You're 'My Laura.'"
I told him afterwards, "Mr. Angeles, you made my night."
"Why, because I called you 'My Laura'?"
"Yes!"
"Well, you are!"
Happy Birthday, Jack!
Also, this might be fun:
Johari Window. Describe me, lovelies.
[edit] Alright, guys, who's the wiseass who put "Mr. Fucking Angeles" as their name on the Johari thing?