When I'm done, I'm furious with myself. All that practice, and it was for s**t. Sebastian's monologue, which I didn't even care for very much, was infinitely better than this.
"Can I try again?" I ask.
“It's not necessary,” says Petra. I hear her mutter to her and Linus.
“Actually. I know I could do better.” There's a bright smile on my face, which may be my best performance of the day. Because really, I don't know if I could do better. This was me trying.
“It was good,” Petra barks. Come back Monday at nine. Linus will get his paperwork before he leaves.
Is it so? Did I just land the role of Orlando?
Maybe you shouldn't be so surprised. After all, it was that easy with the acrobats and Guerrilla Will and even Lars Von Gelder. I should be elated. I should be relieved. But strangely,
