The Death of an Actor (The Bentley Hill Players Book 3) by Adam G Newton

Author:Adam G Newton [Newton, Adam G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-23T05:00:00+00:00

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With ten minutes left until the doors were due to open, Sophie returned. She apologized to everyone present for her behaviour, with the exception of Chris. Harry instead apologized for Chris, explaining that he'd been an idiot for years, and didn't know what he was on about half the time.

Chris denied this, and stated that he did in fact know what he was on about, for at least half the time.

Make-up was applied, costumes donned, and several members of the cast frantically read through their scripts one more time. The doors were open, and the audience flooded through them and into their seats.

If you can call four people a flood.

"This is ridiculous," said Jim. "Four people! How have we come to this?"

"Lack of advertising, that's how," said Harry. "No-one knows were doing this show. Tom's caused a media blackout for us."

"I'll give him a blackout!" said Emily.

"What?"

"Sorry. I meant black eye."

"So what do we do?" asked Jim. "We can't very well perform in front of four people!"

"No, Jimbob, you're wrong," said Owen. "We can. And we must. The show must always go on. It's one more than we expected."

"But one of them is Bob Haynes..."

"Wheelie Bin Bob?" asked Chris.

"Yes, Wheelie Bin Bob. I'm surprised he's not up at Blackworth market pulling his bin round after him."

"He's not brought it in, has he? I bet that bloke that cleans the bins invited him."

"Can't see it. Might be hidden at the back somewhere. I know for a fact he's never had it cleaned."

"Anyway," said Owen, "as I was saying, we can't call off the show. If we perform in front of four people or four million, they've paid for a ticket and made the effort to get here. And if we're good, they'll spread the word. Once more into your britches, and all that."

"I don't think that's it, Owen. But I agree with the sentiment. The show absolutely must go on. But I'll tell you what, the smaller the audience, the more self conscious I feel. In a big crowd, I don't think it's easy to pick out individual reactions. But if there's only four of 'em..."

"Just imagine them naked," said Owen.

"Ew!" said Sophie. "You want to imagine Wheelie Bin Bob naked? That's going to make it worse!"

"Some people say he is naked," said Owen, "and what you see on the outside is just a collection of dirt in the shape of clothes. Others say he escaped from the zoo. And yet others say..."

"Nobody cares Owen, " said Jim. "The curtains are going up in a few minutes, so everybody get ready and prepare yourselves. Wait a minute. Where's Dave?"

"Here!" came a voice...from nowhere.

"Dave?"

"Yes."

"Where are you?"

"Right here Jim!"

Jim looked around. "You're gonna have to be a bit more specific."

"Oh wait, I've got my hands behind my back. I'll put one over my head."

All of a sudden, a parrot appeared and flew from 4 feet to around 7 feet off the ground. It wafted back and forth.

"I'm here!"

"Well blow me, so you are! That black suit really hides you well.

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