Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Praise for Anna Bell
- Also by Anna Bell
- About the Author
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Prologue
- About the Publisher
We take to the stage for our final challenge and we can hear cheers and whistles from the crowd that I know are coming from our friends and family. I was touched to see that a few people from work also came along, including Claire. There’s something really comforting in knowing that so many people in the audience are supporting us and willing us to do well.
I smile and take a few deep breaths, my heart beating even faster. Before I started improv, I never realised I’d be capable of getting such a rush from performing on stage. It’s as though when I’m in the moment, I forget to worry about what the audience is thinking and instead focus on what’s about to come out of my teammates’ mouths, even if I’m slightly fearful of the unknown. I try and quell the pre-performance nerves by reminding myself that I’ll be soon feeling that adrenaline rush.
We all hold hands on stage, anxious about what scenario we could get.
‘OK, you guys, your scenario is … a runaway bride. The location is … a dinghy, and the key word is … regret.’
My mind has gone blank as all I can think of is Joel and Verity’s wedding and the word regret. Here was me thinking that tonight might take my mind off it.
The other members of the team start to get themselves psyched up. Yas is shaking her arms. Aaron’s rotating his head left and right. Dave is patting down his neat sweater.
The host starts the timer over and the improv starts. I shuffle to the back, letting Aaron and Yas take centre stage. I start taking deep breaths, trying to calm my thoughts, which are swirling round my brain.
‘You can’t just run out on the wedding now,’ says Aaron, standing next to Yas. He’s pretending to paddle up to her.
‘I can, and I am. Leave me alone. I can’t go through with it.’ ‘Where are you going to paddle to?’ says Dave. ‘You’re on a boating lake.’
‘I couldn’t see a horse and I needed to make a dramatic exit.’
‘I can see Rodney and the rest of the guests at the church,’ says Aaron, waving.
‘I can’t do it, I can’t marry him. He snores too loudly.’
‘You can get the most wonderful earplugs these days,’ says Dave.
‘But he leaves the toilet seat up all the time.’
‘You’re never going to find a man then,’ says Aaron and the audience laugh.
‘How do you know if that person’s the one? What if I get married and later regret my choice?’ says Yas, her voice sounding so hopeful, and I snap.