Of course Hedwig had the legs for that. It was nice to have that recognised by someone who obviously possessed a real sense of aesthetics! "I have one word for you," she confided, leaning in as well. A lady couldn't just go yelling her beauty secrets everywhere, after all. "Thighmaster. (http://www.suzannesomers.com/Products/Thighmaster/Default.asp) That and giving some lucky guy in the audience every now and then a nice car-wash. Now, that will tone your thighs and calves in a hurry, let me tell you."

She assumed Sasan would know she did not mean the literal washing of a car, but the sweeping of Hedwig's skirt fringe across the recipient's face as she stood with one foot planted on the back of the recipient's chair.

"I did have a band. We were Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Alas, they seem not to have accompanied me to this dreary place." That, or they'd shoved Hedwig through a portal to another world, and thrown all her wigs and her makeup case behind her. Who was counting? "Now I am just Hedwig, alone." A little pout.