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The phone rang, the noise slicing into the swimmy state of consciousness that lies between 'wow, what a dream' and 'ugh, the ceiling needs cleaning'. Groggily, Quinn slipped one arm out of bed and fumbled for the handset. "H'llo?"
"Abercromby? That you?"
"Well, yeah," said Quinn, propping himself up on one elbow. "Who else would it be?"
"You didn't sound like yourself. Are you all right? Nothing wrong with your throat?"
"I just bloody woke up… Mr. Latham?" What the hell was the director doing calling him at a human hour of the day?
"Good. Good. Very good. Yes, it's me. Listen, Abercromby, you've got to get down to the theatre right now."
"It's not even nine!" Quinn protested; enough of the sleep had cleared from his eyes that he could make out the digits on his clock. "What's so important that you-"
"It's Kirkley," said the director tensely. "He broke a leg."
Adam Kirkley. Their Tarzan. The man Quinn was understudy to.
"Literally. Motorbike accident- what that idiot was doing on a motorcycle I don't even- hello? You still there, Abercromby?"
"Sorry, sorry- just getting dressed- where'd I put my shoes-"
"See you in twenty, then?"
"Too right, Mr. Latham," said Quinn with a smile fit to split his face.
"Abercromby? That you?"
"Well, yeah," said Quinn, propping himself up on one elbow. "Who else would it be?"
"You didn't sound like yourself. Are you all right? Nothing wrong with your throat?"
"I just bloody woke up… Mr. Latham?" What the hell was the director doing calling him at a human hour of the day?
"Good. Good. Very good. Yes, it's me. Listen, Abercromby, you've got to get down to the theatre right now."
"It's not even nine!" Quinn protested; enough of the sleep had cleared from his eyes that he could make out the digits on his clock. "What's so important that you-"
"It's Kirkley," said the director tensely. "He broke a leg."
Adam Kirkley. Their Tarzan. The man Quinn was understudy to.
"Literally. Motorbike accident- what that idiot was doing on a motorcycle I don't even- hello? You still there, Abercromby?"
"Sorry, sorry- just getting dressed- where'd I put my shoes-"
"See you in twenty, then?"
"Too right, Mr. Latham," said Quinn with a smile fit to split his face.