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Chapters (47)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Anna Bell
  3. Also by Anna Bell
  4. About the Author
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Acknowledgements
  45. Extract
  46. Prologue
  47. 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.