Chapter 31
Above Mark, two spotlights provided light for the ignored notes in front of him. His hands sat in his lap, folded together, in perfect schoolboy pose. He looked serene, angelic, and completely at ease with where he was and what he was doing. It was odd to see Mark sing without the wigs and the costumes, but Gerry was growing to love it almost more than the stage performances. This, he told himself, was the true soul behind the image.