The Midnight Dressing Room

Four days after the ambush on Chelsea Bridge, the Covent Garden auditorium was shrouded in the quiet, expectant gloom of an evening dress rehearsal. The orchestra had just packed their instruments, the last melancholic strains of the oboe fading into the cavernous rafters. Onstage, the work lights cast long, stark shadows across the empty set of *Swan Lake*. Vivienne stood in the center of Dressing Room One, the heavy mahogany…