The next morning, as the sun streams in through the open shutters, two things are foremost in your mind. At your writing desk, a stack of blank pages waits once again to be filled. And at the Odeon, Matty has the cashbox containing your share of the previous evening's profits.
Technically, your share is owed when the run of the play closes. But that's surely a mere technicality. The sun is shining, your spirits are high, and you're certain that you can part Matty from enough of last night's proceeds for you to be going on with.
Yesterday's outfit is draped in a wilted heap over the back of a chair. You consider today's outfit.