The other night I went to see a friend's play at a small theatre in the village. Friends of mine who sit beside me at the theatre know that when I go I never read the Playbill before the performance begins. I like to be surprised. In this case, it was enough that the writer was someone I am fond of, a smart and talented person I knew would keep me on the edge of my seat for 90+ minutes. I didn't need to know who was in the show.
The lights went down. The show began. And in the second scene an actress entered. Instantly my entire body became rigid. I immediately knew her. How could I not? She is one of the few actors I've ever had to fire before. And, truthfully, she's the only actor I ever fired as a defensive measure against what can only be described as abusive and sadistic behavior in rehearsal toward her fellow actors and toward me.
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