I am ready for my close-up.
Or at least, that’s the impression I’m trying to give the woman taking it. The truth is, I’m not. Playing one of the two servant boys who are only in the first scene of the first act isn’t what I’d be doing right now if it were up to me. But my parents wanted me to. They thought I needed something to take my mind off Andrew coming home tonight, when the truth is nothing will.
We go backstage after everybody’s gotten their picture taken, and I’m sweating in my blue robes. Blue for the Capulets, red for the Montagues. I’m glad I only have to wear mine for less than fifteen minutes.