Zarzuela’s scene two has the singer from Catalan step center stage for their solo, but, as you know, character’s player is bedridden with a cold. She did say, though, that you have been echoing her part in the alley and that, as well, you are known for rather grand entrances. What do you say? Would you mind taking the part—sort of as a winger in the order of a cat-who-can? Afterwards, there will be whole albacore times four in the dressing room for you. Mew? ; )