A seasonal story in two parts.
From Part One…
A few minutes later, Adrienne emerged. “Well, that was useless. Eldridge really does sound sick. He must be a great actor, after all.” Her tone was dejected.
“Hey, hey, it’ll work out,” George said, standing.
“That’s right,” I chipped in without looking away from the current note I was writing. “It’s not like he had a big part or anything.”
“But this is impossibly short notice. And it has to be great – we want to generate donations and memberships, not chase people away.” Adrienne seemed on the edge of tears.
“You’ll find someone,” I reassured her, not thinking of what I was saying. “You did it last year, and the part you need to fill is has a little action and a few lines. Isn’t that right, George?”
George didn’t immediately support me, so I put my pen down and swiveled in my chair. He and Adrienne were exchanging an impenetrable sort of look.
I blinked.
“Yes. Yes, that’s right.” George agreed. He turned to me. “But I don’t think we’ll have to look very far to find someone to take Eldridge Montfort’s part.”
Oh, hell. A slow, irresistible smile was spreading across his face. I was so screwed.
Part Two
Dress rehearsal that night was like something out of my nightmares. I still have this one every so often – I’m on stage in a huge theater; lights so bright, I can’t see the audience, but I know there are thousands out there – and I have no idea what play I’m in, no idea what my lines are, and I haven’t been to a single rehearsal. I’m frozen on the stage, unable to speak. Ugh.
How in God’s name did I let myself get roped into this? Continue reading →