Two girls bring them scones after the matinee, in exchange for a fully-autographed programme. Everyone but the lighting techs offer up signatures, then the principal cast sneak off with the scones. They sit on the tiny balcony eating them before the evening show. Saffy from wigs is plaiting Pete’s hair and muttering about hairpins whilst he inspects the newest nets drafted in to tame his precious locks.
They’re in Stoke and they’ve only heard bad things about ticket sales, but summer’s on its way and they’re past caring. Dean is in the other chair, sleeping off an enthusiastic encore, unaware of John McManus waving a coathanger in his face and screeching about the mess in their dressing room. The fifteen minute call goes ignored by most. Kevin continues his stretches and chats up The Regent’s junior ushers with the aim of blagging free sweets.