Chapter 4
I was pretty sure he smiled at me when they did the curtain call but I couldn’t be sure. By then I had another dilemma. Should I wait in the foyer for a while or go backstage immediately? He might still be dressing. In the end I decided I could always wait somewhere backstage if need be, so I made my way around the building to the stage door.
There were quite a few people waiting there that night. A couple had autograph books. I didn’t want to just barge past them so I murmured: “Sorry, I have an appointment” as I walked up to the old man at the door, getting a few looks and remarks as I did so. “Yeah, right.” “You wish, love.” “Can’t people wait their turn?” And so on.
At the door I simply said: “I think Mr Astwell may be expecting me?” and the old bloke, whose name I remembe
