Teen Dreams Book 1Chapter 3
As the applause died down, and the curtain closed after the seventh curtain call, I walked back to the boys’ dressing room to remove my make-up and get back into my own clothes. We’d had a good four nights, and I’d enjoyed playing Shylock. But it had been tiring. As I left the dressing room, Tom took hold of my arm and stopped me. “David, have you got a minute, there’s someone who’d like to meet you?” When we got out into the school hall, he took me over and introduced me to a small, round...