Applause was addictive. Every actor or actress knew that. It made you feel taller, more attractive and definitely more talented.
It was when it stopped that there was a problem.
And that was exactly what had happened to May on that fateful winter’s night in February.
Everything had been going splendidly. She’d remembered all her lines, had smiled dazzlingly at the audience despite the bright lights shining in her eyes and making sweat drip down her face, and for once, Louisa was being nice to her.
Then something had happened.
As she’d stepped forward to take her bow at the end, nobody had clapped. Yes, the entire audience had gone silent and she’d been left standing awkwardly in front of everybody waiting for something that wasn’t going to come.
She felt like a fool until suddenly the director, and her partner, Antonio, had stepped onto the stage.
She didn’t understand why he was making such an early appearance. Usually he waited until the very end when all the cast had taken their bows.
He looked nervous and she wondered why. He had glanced across at her, smiled and then walked over to where she stood.
He’d reached for her hand, bent down on one knee and before she knew what was happening, taken out a small box from his pocket.
The entire auditorium was completely silent and she could feel the rush of blood in her own ears as she realised what he was going to do.
“May, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
His voice rang out, clear and sharp, echoing against the walls of the building.
“Yes,” she heard herself whisper. She hadn’t thought anyone else had heard her, but as the applause erupted, she knew that everyone had.
It was at that moment that she realised the entire audience was on their feet, giving them both a standing ovation.
Yes, applause was addictive and never more so than right at that moment.