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[b]First day on a new production is always tricky. New lines, new roles, new places, not to mention new people. If you aren't careful, you get off on the wrong foot and the everything's wrong from the start. Bit of a pessimistic way of looking at it but there it is, sometimes the silver lining is actually just more rain.

I roll my shoulders, tap my thumbs, fast displacement activities. Nerves? Maybe so, maybe just impatience. Waiting is always the worst part, better just to start the damn thing already than sit around here.

Then it starts. I hear them calling on a girl, Abigail something, from my position in the Stage Right wing and then gentle sound of footfalls on the stage. Words, reassurances, from the man with the plan. He calls it a [/b][i]'Chemistry test'[/i][b], a strangely clinical way of saying 'visible sparks test'.

And so I walk on stage, towards the apron. Not with the prowling ferocity of the caged beast, but not quite with my own impatient stride. Not in character but not quite myself either.[/b]

[i]"Abigail, this Michael Bowen, he'll be playing your opposite number."[/i]

[b]For a moment, I just take in your form; hands clasped and bathed in the searing spotlight. Beauty, at least, has been well cast. Now for the beast.[/b][hr]

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