The diary of an actor
A week in the life of a play
Chapter One All he wanted to do was to get on and make a start. It was dark in the wings of the theater, he was nervous and, to make matters worse, a pair of arms slid around his waist and a whispered "Ready?” reached his ears. Not daring to speak, he turned his head sideways and nodded once firmly, as he did so a gloved hand reached up and caressed his cheek and then the cue and he was on, into the bright lights of the s...