The Sisters in Spirit would perform an hour and a half show complete with professional lighting, stage set up, costume changes, and a full-blown tech crew that would assist in matters ranging from wardrobe to makeup to all matters having to do with the overall production—sound, choreography, and break down. Rehearsals moved from Siobhan’s dance studio to the facility itself, which featured a mirror lined practice room complete with a ballet barre. That’s where Aileen and the girls lined up, ready to be terrorized by their newly ordained choreographer Max Osterman. Feet planted, head high, the small-framed man clapped his hands, which caused the girls to jump, and exchange bewildered grins. “Line up, face front, and let’s take it from the top.” The words were more a barked command than anything else. “You have one hour to dedicate to the morning rehearsal before the media session, so let’s get to it. Siobhan, front center, Aileen, stage left, Maeve, start off in the center just to the rear of Siobhan, and Kassidy, stage left.
