
Leroy could not abide a glory hog, no matter how crispy their crust or sensational their pipes. After the show, he asked the bread to visit him in his trailer - not the kind of Hollywood trailer that megastars like the bread were given, no, just Leroy's actual trailer. When the door swung open, the bread saw a candlelit table for one. A small empty basket lined with gingham cloth. And two vials, one of olive oil, the other a nice sharp vinaigrette. Before the bread could sing a crystal-clear high note for help, it was too late.