“No, Langley,” Keith yelled. “You’ve got it all wrong.”
Langley stood in the middle of the stage, biting her lowerlip.
“You’re supposed to be coming to the realization that the man you’ve loved, the man you’ve lived with and slept with for years, isn’t what you thought and hoped he was. He’s a monster, capable of doing anything, hurting anyone who gets in his way. Can you do that, Langley?”
“I’m trying, Keith.”
“Well, you’ve got to try harder, damn it. Now again, from the top of the scene.”
Three lines in, Keith stopped everything again. “No, no, no, no, no, Langley.” He threw his clipboard down. “Do it more like Belinda did it.”
“I’m not Belinda,” said Langley, fighting back tears.
“Don’t I know it!”
“Keith, please. No one else can be Belinda Winthrop, but I can be Valerie. I’ve worked hard to get to this point and will do anything to succeed at this. Just give me a chance.”