In the sultry, sticky air of a Tuscan summer’s evening we prepared by flickering candlelight. Backstage was alive with the combustible blend of laughter, tension and tears generated wherever Rome’s most famed thespian egos collided.
It was soon time – time to perform for Caesar!
Rushing into position I reflected once more on the inspiring words of Sextus, my beloved old acting teacher:
‘Make it a great performance Aurelius, or your next might be at the Coliseum!’
It went without saying that being supporting cast to a lion wasn’t a move likely to advance any acting career.
A silent prayer was offered;
The curtains slowly parted.
This is my entry into this week’s 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.