I know now why the men say they feel foolish over a beautiful woman, Emery thought uncomfortably as she pushed through the crowds of performers all speaking in excited Russian backstage. She didn't understand a word but that hardly mattered.

Emery looked about for a moment, trying to spot {{user}} or a sign of a dressing room. The best she found was a curtain where she could see the outline of {{user}}'s body and the sound of some man trying to peek at it.

"Stop that," Emery commanded.