Harry Fisher; Oh, that way madness lies...
Subject: A Meeting Where: Bridge Theatre, Lower Pitt Street Who: Harry Fisher Warnings: TBA Open to: Tristan, Piper
Harry leant back against the bricks at the wing of the stage, out of sight of the audience, but watching the last act with interest. It had been a deep production, too deep and serious for his liking, and he did not like it. But the boys were getting much-needed experience of Classical plays. In future though, Harry thought, the little troupe would only take on the comedies. These tragedies were too heavy for the boys, and although he knew that plays were plays, this play was certainly effecting the atmosphere of the Theatre...
He shrugged to himself, catching Pipers shoulder as the young man came off stage. "You're doing well." Harry encouraged, before letting the young man get back on his way.