This bouquet was the conclusion. We showed up, she early, me late and sick from the trauma of the morning, dogs, lost keys, locked out. I sipped orange soda to feel better, – no idea why that helps – she set up for the scene… and as they say ‘You bring on stage whatever is happening. Don’t try to work around it, work with it.’ We did the scene, we were asked to do it twice and the ‘mentor’ said we got it. Whilst breaking down the set, she presented the bouquet of flowers to me, saying: ‘thank you for putting up with all that happened during our rehearsal period’. It was a thoughtful gesture, as I love nothing more than flowers.
And that was all she wrote. She is now in rehearsal for another production and I hear nada.