Midsummer Madness
Stella Whitelaw
Language: English
Pages: 7
ISBN: 140791944X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Midsummer Madness follows the fortunes of talented actress, Sophie Gresham, as she struggles with the secret she is desperate to hide from her theatre company. Sophie is shocked when she realises that Joe Harrison, their tough guest producer from New York, is in fact the penniless actor she once helped out in the days when she had more heart than sense. When Sophie is catapulted into a dazzling new television career, Joe Harrison proves himself useful, but not in the way that Sophie might have imagined...
helluva good show. Some of the striking costumes were on display. They would love the elaborate popinjay costume designed for Sir Andrew Aguecheek, the conceited and imbecilic friend of Sir Toby. ‘Sophie,’ it was Joe, again. He sounded urgent. ‘Why aren’t you ready? It’s going to start very soon.’ ‘What do you mean? It is ready.’ He looked at me in disbelief. I was wearing black trainer bottoms and a shrunken Skittles Are Tops grey sweat shirt. My hair was tied back with an elastic band, the
trainers?’ ‘Er, sorry … not sure. I didn’t know what to wear.’ Tony looked worried, as if he had been all morning at central casting. ‘Go see Hilda. There are boots for you. She’ll find them.’ ‘OK.’ ‘Sophie.’ He demanded my attention. ‘I’m the prompt. You can’t give me notes.’ Joe shook his head, pushing his hair back. He held up his hands in supplication. ‘I wouldn’ t dream of giving you notes. I wanted to thank you for reading for us. I know it was something of an ordeal for you.’ ‘How
year, white-rafting the Amazon. It was so crowded and dirty, millions of busy sharp-suited ants swarming about counting bonuses. Someone was going to tread on me at any moment. My mother was up and about but they wanted to keep her in a few days longer. It was not like a London hospital where they turf you out as soon as you could reach for your slippers. ‘Of course, you must go,’ she said, quite perky. ‘I’m perfectly all right here. I’ve got my needlework and I’ve made some friends. Just so
Joe’s face. ‘You are so articulate, Sophie. That’s what I like about you. All this information stacked in your head.’ I still felt so guilty. My thoughts had predicted this catastrophe. Had I somehow caused it to happen? Was that possible? He took my arm. ‘I’ll escort you inside in case you fall down a hole and into a river. Can you swim?’ The interior was practically unrecognizable. We stepped carefully over the boards laid for us to walk on. The stage had been cordoned off, a voluminous
New York printed in inky black letters all round the rim. ‘Is that in case you forget where you are?’ I said. ‘Of course. But of little use in London.’ ‘I don’t mind getting wet,’ I insisted. ‘Stop arguing. We don’t have to talk if you find my company objectionable,’ said Joe, taking a grip of my elbow. ‘I won’t say a word. Start walking. I haven’t got all night. There’s still work to do.’ I could hardly fight him off in the street. It was chucking it down, spattering black London rain, and