CHAPTER 3
SECRETS
I MET UP WITH LESLIE AT A RESTAURANT IN BEVERLY HILLS to celebrate the completion of my first film. We ordered a couple of Mojito cocktails.
“How does it differ from waiting for your debut on Broadway?” she asked.
“It’s hard to put into words. With film there’s the safety net of the camera. There’s not the same level of worry about missing my cue or forgetting lines,” I said.
“Exactly, some of these film actors wouldn’t survive a day in live theatre,” she said, picking a piece of lint off her maroon, cardigan sweater.
“I miss theatre sometimes.” I glanced up at the ceiling, concentrating on the mural. It depicted: acrylic blue skies, pearly gates, a large figure in white garments seated upon a throne with a beam of light in place of His face. Seven angelic figures g
