Chapter Thirteen

"Will you be watching the performance?"

Julian paused, the bow resting elegantly on the fragile strings, looking towards Noelle with his enigmatic smile.

"Of course. I have many places where I sit and contemplate or watch the performances. The last great one, however, was the touring company from London. Their Aida was magnificent."

Noelle stretched. His muscles became tense even with a short pause. There was a distinct chill in the air, and it bit into the flesh sharply.

Even concentrating on the warm notes that evoked the heady air of Egypt didn't help.

"I remember. I was an understudy for one of the dancers they used. I did perform in the matinee. Granted, it was not much, but it was an experience to see. They are returning in the Autumn with Rigoletto, but I don't think male dancers are required for that."

"Possibly not. I seem to recall that one focuses more on male debauchery, so women would be the focal point," Julian's eyes lifted slowly. "Although, that is not always t