Chapter Thirteen
The Pole
A performance without stage fright is not a performance but a walk in the park.
The dress rehearsal was held at the Heavenly Space retirement village. The special effects were kept to a minimum and the strobe light banned.
It took an hour to seat the audience, and by the time all were seated, the first to arrive were dozing.
Derek, who had arranged for Deirdre to “shoulder massage” some of the cast, sent her out into the audience to give “wake-up hand massages where required.”
“I am in the middle of sorting the narrator’s panic attack,” whispered Deirdre.
“Agnus can deal with that, she’s not on for a while.”
Agnus, resembling a drag queen in her pancake makeup, looked up from her mirror. “Me, massage? Wouldn’t know where to start.”
“Just wave the oils und
