said: No illusions are permitted except the ones we create on stage," he replied.
"Okay. You look like a slob." she replied. "Huh?"
"Fix your tie at least," Rose said and stepped up
to tighten it for him.
"And put your shirt tail in," I said, coming
around behind him to help him do it.
"Straighten out your jacket," Ice suggested. She
tugged on his right sleeve and buttoned the shirt cuff. We all stepped back and looked at him. "Well?" he asked, looking from one face to
another.
"I hope you play the piano really well."
Cinnamon said. "Otherwise..."
"What otherwise?"
"Otherwise, there isn't much hope." she
muttered. Rose and I laughed.
"Very funny. Geniuses don't need to look good.
Ever see a picture of Einstein?"
"He didn't perform in public." Cinnamon
replied.
We started for the stairs.
"Where's Howard?" Steven asked. following. "Probably stuck on his face in the mirror,"
Cinnamon said. Rose and Ice laughed louder than I
did.
We started down the steps.
"He's going to be late," Steven warned, looking
back toward Howard's room. He lagged a bit behind
us. "Maybe I should wait for him."
"Then you'll be late. too," Rose pointed out. I felt better with the girls around me. Rose and
Ice led, both of them looking so beautiful. Maybe we
really were an impressive group. Maybe Madame
Senetsky wasn't wrong about our being special. I