I’m sorry, Clare, you haven’t got a main part this year. We would love you to be in the chorus though. There may be a couple of lines… What do you say?’ Geoff smiled at the woman in front of him.‘Chorus? Chorus? I’d rather die before I do one more box step,’ seethed Clare silently. ‘Geoffrey,’ she said aloud, ‘of course. Anything to help.’ Insincerity dripped off her tongue.
‘Oh, in that case, perhaps you wouldn’t mind understudying Helen.’
Geoffrey was blithely unaware of his faux pas.
Clare nodded. She walked over to Helen and whispered, ‘Break a leg.’