She was ten feet away from me.
A fantasy flashed before my eyes wherein Meryl—I consider us to be on first-name basis now—would approach me after the show and tell me I was just perfect for her next Hollywood blockbuster project.
Back to stripping for Meryl.
My nerves made me stumble over the lines in my opening monologue.
We pursed our lips in the most glorious of duck-faces.
And on the cover the actress offers a subtle but powerful peek at her curves in a Swarovski-crystal jacket and diamond-and-sapphire necklace by Armani Privé.