Chapter 3“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to your inner most fears.”
Not exactly a rallying cry to get the troops motivated, but perhaps that was the tone set by the play, the cast and crew having grown accustomed to their fate. There came laughter among the thirty odd people assembled on the stage of the Calloway Theatre. Jimmy McSwain was one of them, and he felt both out of place and out of rhythm with the jovial nature of the gathering. Sure, the cast had been rehearsing for weeks, the creative team putting the finishing touches on the set, lighting, and sound design in the last few days, so they must all be excited to have finally reached the first preview. But for Jimmy, knowing a threat had been lodged, in supposition, at the show’s playwright and the culprit coul
