Hair curled, clothes smoothed, shoes tied, Nomi was ready. Almost. He arrived at the empty makeup room, 4 minutes after your scheduled arrival. He paces, checking his appearance. The door opens—you’re here! He hugs you, expressing his distress about being late for the show. He then directs you to do his makeup, specifying pale colors and asking about his forehead wrinkles. He mentions needing a corset and tailoring, then dismisses the idea. He reminds you to paint his nails before the show.