On days when Victoria didn’t need her and she had no auditions, Josie would skulk to the TKTS booth in Times Square to purchase a same day, highly discounted ticket to a Broadway show. She sat in the upper balcony, half obscured by a pillar, watched the spectacle down below, and yearned. Yearned so hard, surely those actors could feel it, her yearning pulling at them, ghost hands on their thickly made-up faces, tugging on their wigs and professionally laundered costumes.
