by Sam Oborne
I am sitting on a wooden chair in a small room. I have my hands over my ears and my eyes closed. Sir Ian McKellen is shouting at me. He is saying that my performance as Othello was insipid and lifeless. I am saying that I am sorry but he is not listening. Sir Ian McKellen has removed a leg from his chair and he is waving it at me as he is shouting and I think he is going to hit me with it in the face.
Sam Oborne lives in Kent. He writes short stories and novels. He blogs here.