“Yes. I think it’ll help the cast to have someone to react to. I’d like to try out the audience participation scene.”
This was Buttons’ solo scene, and Miranda had taken centre stage with delight. Cinders was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, swinging her feet, listening to heavy metal on her iPod, and eating chocolate. The Ugly Sisters were wobbling bosoms in the wings, rather more interested in arranging each other’s wig than in anticipating their cue, and still booming out their lines at top volume, even in practice. I reckoned that would work better for comic effect, anyway.
“Here’s the context,” I told Errol who was probably too busy winking at Miranda to listen properly. “Buttons is trying to find Cinders to tell her he knows a way she can go to the ball, but the Evil Stepm
