“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
December 8th, 2006
"Hey Mike! Finally found you." Irina came jogging up as the rehearsal ended. "I've been looking all over. Some rich lady said she wanted to talk to you."
It was late in the evening, long past the setting of the sun, as the rehearsal for The Kiss of the Spider Woman ended at the Shaftesbury Theatre. It had been Michael's biggest break to-date, a chorus part, but nevertheless a part in an award-winning musical in a respectable theater, even if the Shaftesbury was off the West End. It was a stepping stone, and from the sounds of it, someone had noticed.
"Very posh, has a pair of big fellows in suits with her." Irina said, huffing and puffing lightly. "In the top box, you know, the one with the curtains. She said that she'd make it worth your while."