Chapter 52

There weren’t any more problems, other than needing to shorten two of the vampire dresses because the actresses found that, with what was expected of them, wearing heels was too dangerous

“I swear, if I’d know how much action they wanted from us I’d have opted out,” one of them complained. “This is more a circus than a real acting gig.”

“She’s a spoiled brat,” another of the female vampires whispered to Lyle—or stage whispered, which might have started a cat fight between the two women if Elaine hadn’t stepped in to take the complainer into a dressing room so she could mark how much the hem had to go up.

It was after four when Lyle and Elaine began to bag up the costumes they needed to take back with them. There were also several cans of the fluorescent paint the lighting man had promised them.

“We should have brought my car,” Lyle said. “It seems stupid to make Mr. Radclyffe’s driver take us back in the van when these would have fit in my back seat.”