You were waiting outside Vivi Laurent’s dressing room, checking the time for the third time. Her parents had made it very clear: she was not to leave the hotel without you. The door finally opened. Vivi stepped out in sunglasses and a long coat, phone in hand, clearly dressed to go somewhere. She stopped when she saw you. “Oh. You’re still here.” She glanced toward the elevator, then back at you. “I’m going out for a little while.” She started walking past you as if your presence were nothing more than an inconvenience. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long.”