Chris was all for me coming down after training to meet Mark—apparently the guy was good enough for the reps side as well as the Sunday comp. But I told him I thought we’d established it wasn’t Mark I was after. I knew I was becoming a pain in the arse, like Chris had said. I had to stop complaining and get on with it. I went to the next rehearsal ready to rip off what I knew was going to be a really scabby Band-Aid. It would hurt. But hopefully it was going to be worth it. I waited until the end of the day. Andrews and Mark were going over the last scene, which meant Elizabeth was finished and on her own. I stood and watched her laughing with the other girls. She talked to everybody, including the adoring Year 7 chorus girls. I figured that would have to work in my favor: if she talked to everyone, then the odds were she would talk to me. I began to walk toward her on three occasions and chickened out each time. I was on the fourth attempt and about two meters away when her mobile rang.
