A man’s voice came from the other end. It wasn’t Randy. “Hello. Is this Miss Peggy Lane?”
“Speaking.”
“My name is Peter Grey. I’m with the Oscar Stalkey office. Miss Pam Mundy suggested I give you a ring.”
Peggy caught her breath. Oscar Stalkey was one of the biggest producers in New York. His new play, Innocent Laughter, had opened to rave reviews a few weeks earlier. Already it was impossible to get tickets. Everyone in New York wanted to see it.
“Yes?” Peggy answered in a shaking voice.
“Well, it’s quite simple, really.” The voice went on in a matter-of-fact tone. “We’re getting ready to cast the road companies of Innocent Laughter, and Miss Mundy suggested you for a general understudy. There’d also be a small speaking part. It’s a national tour and you’d be expected to sign for a minimum of six months. Will you be available?”
For a moment Peggy couldn’t speak. She just sat and stared helplessly at the telephone two inches from her nose.
“Hello, hello?” came the voice from the other end. “Are you still there?”
“Yes,” Peggy said in a voice she didn’t recognize.
“We’re trying out a number of people tomorrow. Can you be at the Stalkey office at ten?”