Spiritus Interruptus

Eventually, I head off from the potluck full of homemade Indian food. The Director asked us to show up early at the theatre to join in with the cast’s pre-show prayer and I don’t want to disappoint him. It’s all of two blocks away and parking is easy, but I have no idea where I’m going so we wander around looking for landmarks.

There’s a hallway at the back of the stage with these huge roll-down doors made of corrugated iron or something. When you walk through the hallway, the doors rattle. When the lights are off, it sounds like you’re being stalked by clumsy skeletons. It’s creepy and we’re turned around and don’t know where we’re going and we’re late but we take a moment for ourselves before heading on to the Green Room where everyone is in various stages of makeup and costume, holding hands in a circle and, mortified, we try to sneak in.

Amen.

A few minutes later, the curtain goes up.

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