The read-through and introductions, followed by two rehearsals – one longer one shorter. That was all it took, and I want to hide under the odd pieces of props and furniture in the rehearsal hall. I want to stay and laugh and dance and then cry as Belle breaks his heart – humbug! – and my shiny books of hermenuetics and epistemology can’t seem to hold my attention.

I feel transparent.


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