And while I'm sure Dee would have provided yeoman service as Ladies Montague or Capulet, and could probably have taken a creditable swing at the Nurse, the prospect of Juliet had turned her pale green. We were chronically undercapitalized (read "dirt-poor") and it fell to the ASM to understudy all the female roles. There had been talk of bringing in an understudy in view of La Smithson's recent behavior, but this was not the Schubert Traveling Shows, ladies and germs, this was The Crocker Players, and if you haven't heard of them it's probably because you live within a parsec of civilization. and the picture of calm composure next to Dee, the assistant stage manager, who kept pushing Larry's ragged script away from her as if it might bite. He was bug-eyed with fury, trembling, drenched in sweat. "You're out of your mind," shouted Larry "The Leech" Crocker, our producer-director-stage manager: the wax in the Ethiop's ear. The last two nights we'd had to winch her loveliness into the balcony and tie her down to keep her from falling out. The curtain was already up, and Dahlia Smithson-our fair sun, the snowy dove trouping with crows, the rich jewel in the Ethiop's ear-had yet to appear backstage. "Doubling with Mercutio won't be a problem." "I once played Romeo and Juliet as a one-man show," I said.
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