Russel Smith can’t quite believe his eyes as he looks at the newly-posted cast list on the notice board. He walks towards the director, who smiles when he sees him coming. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I wondered if there might possibly have been an error with the casting sheet. You see, I didn’t audition for...”
“Ah, Russel, yes, em, no there’s no mistake. We just thought you might be more suited to this role. We thought you’d be up for the challenge of trying something new.”
“I’m not sure I understand. I always play the good guy.”
“Yes, but the hero in this particular play is supposed to be a good-looking young fellow, twenty years your junior, and you know what they say; time waits for no-one, and there’s only so much that make-up can achieve.” Stuart fiddles with his pen as he chuckles at his own joke, and Russel finds himself nodding and smiling as though it’s no big deal.
As he walks home, he mulls over the implications of this. There’s a
