"If you have a personal line of communication with some higher power, please ask them for their best," Nichol says. "It can't hurt."
The actors are in their costumes for the first act, now, the bright silks and brocades shining in the lamplight, their faces painted dramatically to appear bright and expressive from a distance.
Nichol thrusts a basket of paper flowers into your hands. "Take this to Diar, and see that she carries it onstage this time, if you please."
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