Back there are storage rooms crammed to the beams with trunks of costumes, coats, and shoes and hats, old scripts and notes in boxes, powders, creams and tables, chairs and thickly painted flats. This stage is set. It all has been arranged. Whichever role I pick to play I know my lines, my moves, what must be changed. I'm planning quite a lively, moving show. For many years I've fought off my despair, rehearsing what I could alone. I bought this nice cologne, here's naughty underwear. Which lights, which sheets, which wine took lots of thought. I hoard these props still hoping to attract another actor for my opening act.