From halo braid to read-my-red lips to working shirt, down a loooooong narrow French sailor maillot-on-leave to the granny-packing-heat boots -- I don't know where to begin. Wait, I'm already done, spent. That's it. Why gild the lily, right? I rushed in to 514 Studios where The Shows were about to happen, came upon this wonder-in-waiting five feet inside the door, lingered so as to lead the front of house folk to think I might possibly liberate the dollars for a ticket, pressed the big red button twice (I asked permission of course) and felt like my job was done.