“There’s more to life than that,” her father put in. “There’s history and literature and foreign languages and mathematics and sciences and music and art and philosophy and a lot more—all of them fascinating and all important.”
“None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.”
Mrs. Lane nodded. “Of course, dear. I know just how you feel about it,” she said. “I would have answered just the same way when I was your age, except that for me it was singing instead of acting. But—” and here her pleasant face betrayed a trace of sadness—“but I was never able to be a singer. I guess I wasn’t quite good enough or else I didn’t really want it hard enough—to go on with all the study and practice it needed.”
She paused and looked thoughtfully at her daughter’s intense expression, then took a deep breath before going on.
“What you must realize, Margaret, is that you may not quite make the grade. We think you’re wonderful, but the theater is full of young girls whose parents thought they were the most talented things alive; girls who won all kinds of applause in high-school and college plays; girls who have everything except luck. You may be one of these girls, and if you are, we want you to be prepared for it. We want you to have something to fall back on, just in case you ever need it.”
Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going to fail, Peg. We have every confidence in you and your talents. I don’t see how you could miss being the biggest success ever—but I’m your father, not a Broadway critic or a play producer, and I could be wrong. And if I am wrong, I don’t want you to be hurt. All I ask is that you finish college and get a teacher’s certificate so that you can always find useful work if you have to. Then you can try your luck in the theater. Doesn’t that make sense?”
Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for a few moments before answering. Then, looking first at her mother and then at her father, she replied firmly, “No, it doesn’t! It might make sense if we were talking about anything else but acting, but we’re not. If I’m ever going to try, I’ll have a better chance now than I will in three years. But I can see your point of view, Dad, and I’ll tell you what—I’ll make a bargain with you.”
“What sort of bargain, Peg?” her father asked curiously.
“If you let me go to New York now, and if I can get into a good drama school there, I’ll study and try to find acting jobs at the same time. That way I’ll still be going to school and I’ll be giving myself a chance. And if I’m not started in a career in one year, I’ll go back to college and get my teacher’s certificate before I try the theater again. How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds fair enough,” Tom Lane admitted, “but are you so confident that you’ll see results in one year? After all, some of our top stars worked many times that long before getting any recognition.”