"No jewel is like Rosalinde.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalinde.
All the pictures fairest lin'd
Are but black to Rosalinde.
Let no face be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalinde.'..."
Dinah yawned in the wings, and waited for her cue to go on. She'd been waiting a while. Tech rehearsals were a drag. Earlier
phone calls to Karla and Jaime had only killed so much time today.
"Yellow! I said yellow! You're making Rosalind look like a tomato!"
... yeah, this could take a while.
[for a certain ex-Speedy, but open for other calls or texts.]