Chapter 3
Neil paced nervously, rubbing his hands on his hands on his thighs. “Why am I doing this?” he asked under his breath.
It was Thursday afternoon. He’d made it through tech rehearsals the previous week and the new show had opened to rave reviews. Now, he had the designs for the next production ready to show Ben, the director, but all he could think about was the reunion, which would begin in a little over twenty-four hours. He stopped at his drawing table, staring at what he’d come up with. This sucks.
He jumped when he felt someone touch his shoulder and turned to see Ben standing there.
“You’ve outdone yourself,” Ben said. “This is exactly what I was looking for.”
“You’re sure?” Neil asked doubtfully. To him the designs looked mundane at best.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have sa
