He sat in the stalls with his head buried in his hands, contemplating the work that he still had to do if he was to bring this production up to scratch. Not for the first time on this show he felt helpless in the face of the casting problems. Cues could be tightened, props rehearsed with, entrances practiced until they were engraved on the memory. But a bad actor is a bad actor is a bad actor. He could labor ‘til doomsday neatening and sharpening, but he could not make a silk purse of the sow’s ear that was Diane Duvall.
Barker is absolutely The Theatre Kid's horror writer
