New Substack Story: AN ACTOR PERSPIRES
- Michael Tucker

- Aug 26
- 1 min read

My knees wobbled as I edged out onto the catwalk and looked down through the ropes and pulleys and hanging scenery to the stage floor some forty feet below. All I could see were the tops of the actors’ heads as they labored to bring some life to one of the drier parts of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. From my perch they looked like kids dressed in their parents’ old clothes, their voices strained, their gestures overblown. In a minute or two I would be down there doing very much the same thing. God willing. First I had to survive the trip... READ MORE on Substack.



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