MIAMI, where the stars dazzle under a moonlit sky and the sea waves whip up a fantasy. An urgent nudge from a fellow journalist from Panama woke me from my reverie. Not that I could complain. There was in the flesh, Anna Kournikova, the perennial glamour girl of tennis in a little black dress, flushed with dancing, blond hair flying in the cool breeze as she gasped for “my Bombay Sapphire”! The drama had just about begun to unfold at the hip nightclub, Opium, the venue of glitz, glamour and sexy backs.