I grab my bag and open the door, trying to ignore him. But ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tutu. A really hot elephant-in a very manly tutu.

She's trapped me on the front side of the counter. Way. Too. Close. To. Her. LIP-GLOSS.

This time, I know all of his tricks: dimples, divots, smiles, and cute eye-crinkle things. Bring it on.

I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: 'The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind.' I attack the curtain with a flourish and sing on, 'Innnnside your mind.

I do have rough, manly, and mannish, man hands. So glad you noticed.