She had learned a long time ago that worrying never accomplished anything. It was better just to make up your mind, do what you set out to do with as much verve and style as you were capable of, and keep smiling.
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By assuming a cheerful outlook you could sometimes fool even yourself into believing everything was all right. She was only nervous now because tonight was terribly important to her and she had waited for such a long time for it. She would be fine as soon as she swung into action, she assured herself. Devlin was leaving the stage. It was the signal for her to depart too. She snatched up her worn blue-jean jacket from the back of the seat and slipped it on, her gaze still clinging to Brody Devlin as he strode gracefully toward the wings. As soon as he disappeared from view she started to move toward the aisle, excusing herself to the beautifully dressed patrons who were still applauding loudly, hoping for Devlin to appear again.
She was scarcely aware of the condescending and surprised looks her faded jeans and scuffed loafers received. She was too intent on getting out and catching a taxi to take her to the hotel to worry about how she looked. Not that she would have worried anyway. You wore what you had the money to buy, and then, if anyone looked down his nose at you, you found a way to tweak that nose—again with the utmost style. Sacha hurried out of the theater and took a deep breath.
The fresh air was invigorating after the perfumed closeness of the auditorium and, she noted, surprisingly cool for March in San Diego. Tonight was too important. She jumped into the first waiting taxi in the zone in front of the theater and leaned forward to speak to the driver. Hurry, please. He accepted the hot drink Joel Morton, the stagehand, held out to him and swallowed it in three swift gulps.
Damn, he hated hot lemon juice. Lie on the beach at Malibu and vegetate? He handed the glass back to the stagehand. It was completely out of character for him to be short with any member of the crew or with minor cast members. He usually saved his scathing sarcasm and glacier stares for the professionals in his own league.
Brody slammed the door of his dressing room, tersely dismissed his dresser, Chuck, shrugged out of the velvet doublet, and threw it on the top of the screen across the room. He sat down before the mirror and began taking off his stage makeup with swift, jerky movements. There was a perfunctory knock on the door before Cass opened it and strolled into the dressing room.
You never watch the show and you have a tin ear. I stink. The role has no dimension. I should have done Tempest at the Old Vic. You thought this would be a challenge. I feel like Chinese. He had been half expecting the order.
He knew Brody was extremely highly sexed, and this request usually came at least once or twice in every town they played. She has all the requirements. What did you do? The last thing I need is an affair with a bitch like Naomi Marlow; that would really complete the idiocy of this tour. No complications. It was the creed Brody lived by these days. Yet Brody was a very complicated man himself and that did breed more complexities.
His father had been a much easier client to deal with when Cass had been his manager.
Perhaps it was to be expected. Raymond Devlin had never been more than a fine character actor; Brody had reached superstardom when he was only twenty-five and had maintained that status for the last ten years. Brody had been offered every plum life had to offer and had tasted most of them.
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He was the darling of film and stage, acclaimed the greatest actor since Olivier, and had been chased by women in every country. Through it all he had remained surprisingly levelheaded, and each success had only fanned the desire to better his next performance, increase his range, bring something new and fresh to each succeeding role. The actor could be demanding, single-minded, and scathing if he detected any lack of professionalism in the people surrounding him.
Cass had no problem with that aspect of his character; it was balanced by a sense of fairness and the generosity to give whatever help was needed to reach the common goal of any production. Well, that was their hang-up, Cass reasoned. He liked Brody as a man and respected him as an artist.
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He just wished to hell that the man would stop asking quite so much of himself and the people around him so they could all be more comfortable. Cass was getting too old for challenges. Did you perform this particular service for my father too? Raymond Devlin had been divorced four times and been involved in innumerable well-publicized affairs before his death eight years before. The warm water whipping against his body should have been soothing, but it failed to ease the tension knotting his muscles.
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