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"I once played as a one-man show," I said. "Doubling with Mercutio wont be a problem.". The curtain was already up, and Dahlia Smithson—our fair sun, the snowy dove trouping with crows, the rich jewel in the Ethiops ear—had yet to appear backstage. This was not a surprise. The last two nights wed had to winch her loveliness into the balcony and tie her down to keep her from falling out."Youre out of your mind," shouted Larry "The Leech" Crocker, our producer-director-stage manager: the wax in the Ethiops ear. He was bug-eyed with fury, trembling, drenched in sweat... and the picture of calm composure next to Dee, the assistant stage manager, who kept pushing Larrys ragged script away from he...