I have been roped into Neil Simon's classic, The Odd Couple. I'm playing Felix, the neurotic divorcee, who ends up staying with his best friend Oscar, the slob, also recently divorced.
Almost two weeks away from the opening night, and the cast is still struggling with lines and cues. The props still have to show up. There is a general air of concern. It is a play with 'a lot of business' and one-liners.
Trying not to think of the clock ticking away.
But I cannot get the reams of lines into my head. Even Jacob seems to be doing better - he is starting to provide me with unsolicited prompts when he sees the script flashed in front of his breakfast yoghurt.
And to think that I got into this because he wanted to escape from the daily grind.
I last performed at the Manoel Theatre in 1983.
I'm finally old enough to play Felix.
Though there is no age-limit to being neurotic.