“This better be good!”
Diana complained, as she placed her tote bag on the wooden solid stage floor, placing her hands on each side of her hips, as she faced Bernard, who had called her to visit the theater as soon as she could.
At first Diana was stunned to find Bernard calling her at that hour of the day.
He was a night owl – well all theater artists were. And the only time he would call Diana early at that hour, would be if he would have a show in the afternoon or else, he would always perform late night shows and keep his theater open till three in the night.
Diana was quite flabbergasted, as she picked up his call, hoping that everything was fine, since they didn’t have a show planned that day but Bernard didn’t give her much details and only called things to be a case of immediat
