Their world was someplace after the writers left for the day and before act 1 began. It was a place of nerves, self-doubt and anticipation. It was where tiny beads of sweat ran at almost the pace as the actors walking back and forth backstage.
There was no more to be done at this point. Tables and chairs were on their mark, props were positioned and the house lighting began to flicker, announcing the play was about to begin.
In a booth, at the back of the dark theatre, the sound man pushes lever 7, and the sound of someone knocking on the door is heard by the audience. The curtain draws back revealing the Anderson’s living room and Cindy walks across the stage to open the door.
Now is when the
actors can once again breathe. They are
in their element and the show is underway.
Cindy opens the front door to reveal a cat sitting there, waiting to be
let in. As the cat trots in and jumps
onto the couch, Cindy looks puzzled and asks, “And just how did you knock?”
The audience laughs…
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