“There’s the celebrity,” Anna says, putting her arm around me.

I take off her top hat and put it on my head. “That’s meeee,” I sing.

“If someone told you back in Pennsylvania that you’d be at James Bond’s penthouse celebrating your role in a show that might go to Broadway, would you have believed them?”

I think of who I was back there. No way in hell I could have dreamed this big. “Of course I did. I’m actually wondering why it took so long,” I say.

She rolls her eyes and takes back her top hat. “I have some good news, too. I’ve been selected to direct a one-act play for the SPA Winter Showcase!”

“Cool,” I say.

“Cool?” she repeats. “I know it’s not Conversion, but this is a big deal for me.”

“Yeah, it sounds great,” I say. “If I don’t have a show that night, I’ll come see it!”

“Wow, what an honor,” Anna says, and heads over to the drink table.

Elijah comes up behind me. “Let’s grab a seat,” he says.

I follow him while eating the brownie. I’ve never had edibles, but I’m guessing Justin has the good stuff. “Front row?” I ask, my mouth full.

“You’ll be drier here.”

“Drier?”

“Oh boy, you’re in for it, my friend,” he says, throwing himself into the plush recliner and popping up the footrest. “This movie was pivotal to my development as an actor and a homosexual.”

“How so?” I ask, curious as to why so many theater people swear by this movie. The musical didn’t last long on Broadway.

He tosses a piece of popcorn in his mouth. “Before I was out, I felt like a weirdo. I thought I was too weird even for New York.”

“Not possible,” I say. I’ve seen some very weird things.

“Don’t deny me my feelings,” he jokes. “I was in ninth grade, and Brad Newsome—my secret crush—invited me over to watch Rocky Horror. I wasn’t ready for this movie. It was so wrong, it was right. The actors were weird, the singing and dancing were weird, it allowed me to be weird. Rocky Horror Picture Show gave me permission to be me.”

“Then you came out?” I asked.

He shrugs. “Not for another couple months, but I did kiss Brad Newsome that night. Right after the movie ended, I channeled Dr. Frank-N.-Furter and leaned in.”

“Where’s Brad now?”

“Dead to me, obviously; there’s only one guy and his name is Duncan.”

I check over my shoulder to see if Anna is nearby. She’s at the drink table, out of earshot. “How’s that going?” I ask, annoyed that it’s still going.

“Well, I have a plan, and that plan involves inviting him here tonight and making him choose publicly. And I think it’s a great plan.”