Chapter 6
The next three days were, in everyone’s opinion, an exercise in surviving Hell. But then that was always the case during tech and dress rehearsals, as various problems were found and dealt with.
Then it was Friday night.
“If you don’t stop pacing, you’ll wear a hole in the floor,” Ricky told Galen.
“I’m always like this on opening night,” Galen replied, walking the length of the dressing room and back again.
“Yep, there’s a definite path developing,” Justin said, grinning while putting on his make-up.
“Is not,” Galen protested, although he did stop, turning to check in one of the mirrors to be certain everything was as it should be.
“Ten minutes to curtain,” the stage manager called down the hallway outside the dressing rooms.
Ricky clapped a hand on Galen’s shoulder. “Le
