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SOUND AND SILENCE
"Yes, sir! Our hero mustn't be too gentle. Nature in the raw — that's him. And without the danger line, or that tired feeling, pink toothbrush, or — hey! Somebody stop me before I break down."
Everyone laughed to please the director.
The tension was broken. The electricians relaxed, the cameraman relaxed, the assistant relaxed, the script girl relaxed — all watching the mop as Props shoved it to and fro over the imitation hardwood floor.
Harry Lane went for a change. The script girl went for coffee. The assistant went for the script girl.
The tension was broken for everyone but Millie. Unable to relax, she felt her blood pressure running higher as lightning thoughts shot through her brain as to how to better her part of the scene.
Her first role. Not so large, but vitally important to her. She stood to lose terrifically if she did not achieve. The thought of probably being shoved back into the extra class loomed like a hideous nightmare, horribly humiliating.
How to do more? How to do more, she argued frantically. Why didn't ideas flow to her as they did to other actors? Of course, experience was the answer, she thought hatefully. The lack of it in her case. She had been picked for her beauty. Was she beautiful but dumb? Perhaps she was. What could they all possibly be thinking concerning her? Those cursory glances from the director while talking privately to Hankard — what could they mean?
"My lord!" she mumbled. "My hand are perspiring. I feel dizzy. What a brain storm. I must try to appear calm."
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