| On the night of the play, Albert was at
the hall early and he was already made-up long before the end of the first act.
He certainly looked the part all right, he thought as he {{U}}(21)
{{/U}} himself {{U}}(22) {{/U}} the mirror. He even {{U}}(23)
{{/U}} if he should go out into the street to see what {{U}}(24)
{{/U}} he made on people out there. Just for a {{U}}(25) {{/U}} , of
course! Then he was seized with a sudden attack of stage fright. How could he {{U}}(26) {{/U}} all those people {{U}}(27) {{/U}} the audience? He put his head in his hands and tried to {{U}}(28) {{/U}} his lines. He had only a very small part, but his mind was a complete {{U}}(29) {{/U}} A {{U}}(30) {{/U}} on the door made him {{U}}(31) {{/U}} . He felt really alarmed. He was due to go to stage in the second act. Had he missed his entrance and {{U}}(32) {{/U}} the play for everybody? But it was only the producer, who noitced what a state he was in. She {{U}}(33) {{/U}} he should go and stand near the stage where he could watch the play and follow in his script at the same time. It was a good way of getting {{U}}(34) {{/U}} his nervousness, she said. She was right. It seemed to {{U}}(35) {{/U}}. In fact, the more he watched the play, the more he became involved in it, so that he began to {{U}}(36) {{/U}} himself part of it. At last the moment came for him to go on stage. But suddenly the producer was by his {{U}}(37) {{/U}} again. This time she looked worried as she placed a hand on his arm to restrain him {{U}}(38) {{/U}}. "I'm afraid you're going {{U}}(39) {{/U}}," She said. "They're jumped three pages of the script and have {{U}}(40) {{/U}} your part out completely." |