Rehearsals progress over the next few days. It's amazing to you how the actors manage to learn their lines so quickly, transforming from muttering men, women, and other persons frowning at their scripts to fully developed tragic figures onstage.
You arrive rather late to the final rehearsal to find the cast milling around the front of the house. Nichol is pacing the stage, his cane rapping on the boards. Diar looks at you helplessly as you approach. Theater is not, apparently, occurring right now.
"What's the problem?" you ask.
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