It’s one hour before show time; the seats are empty. St. Louis walks through the narrow hallways of the old building, then stops just offstage, offering a glimpse into her world during the frenzy of a blockbuster Broadway show. “This is what I do during my fastest costume change,” she says, stopping on what is, for her, a familiar spot. “Four people help me. I’ve got one person for each limb.” In her street clothes -- today, a lavender sundress -- she bounces on the balls of her feet. The California native snaps out her arms, widens her feet. She whirls around and smiles, her bright-blonde hair fanning around her shoulders.
In this moment, her energy radiates up, onto the stage and out into empty seats.