"Remind me why we're going here again?" Ryan grumbled, fiddling with his bow tie.
          "Because Josie is playing Lady Macbeth…" Colin huffed.
          "Yeah, so we can go to a bar and catch up with her later," Ryan whined.
          "Just put this on and try and be professional," Colin scowled, thrusting a media pass at Ryan.
          They wandered over to the backstage area and were promptly stopped by a large man who appeared to be called Ron.
          "Where do you fink your goin'?" he asked.
          "Sorry…I'm Jim Peters from The Sun," Colin smiled showing Ron his media pass.
          "Fair enough…Wot about you?" Ron asked turning to Ryan.
          Ryan looked at his media pass. "I'm Phil Gary from…from the GAY TIMES," he squealed.
          Colin suppressed a giggle as Ron winked at Ryan and let him past.
          "We are having words after this," Ryan huffed as they headed down a corridor.
          "Cheer up…it’s just my little joke," Colin mused, patting Ryan on the back.
          "Can't you see I'm laughing," Ryan hissed. "Hey the dressing rooms are down there," he added, pointing to an area where lots of actors where warming up their vocal cords.
          "Actually…I had a better idea," Colin smiled and turned down a deserted corridor. Ryan, looking slightly horrified, followed, looking around paranoid as he did.

          Josie Lawrence was all frocked up and waiting for Macbeth to finish his lines. She had done the play more times than she cared to remember and she was tempted to add her own lines.
          "Out damn spot…what I really need is some Cleano to get rid of those really tough blood stains," she thought and then had to stop herself from giggling as it came to her line.
          She walked across the stage. "Help me hence…Hoooooooooooooo," Josie's voice turned into a scream as the stage disappeared from beneath her. She crashed down onto a pile of old carpets and curtains.
          "What the bloody hell," she gasped, adjusting her costume and pulling off the wig that obstructed her view.
          "All his idea," Ryan nodded, pushing Colin forward.
          "Ryan…Colin…have you gone mad?" Josie spat, stumbling to her feet.
          "I need to talk to you," Colin piped up.
          "And you don't think it could have waited until after I got off stage?" Josie snapped.
          "Yeah Colin," Ryan chimed in.
          "Shut it stick boy," Colin hissed.
          "Colin…when did you got so nasty?" Josie asked, shocked at Colin's behaviour in general.
          "Since I've been made to play a woman more times than I care to remember," Colin replied.
          "Oh…right…" Josie mumbled bewildered. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"
          "I'm going to resurrect Whose Line," Colin said proudly.
          "How?" Josie asked.
          "The details aren’t important…I need to know if you're in or out?" Colin demanded.
          Josie looked around the grotty basement as she thought about the play. Who was she kidding. This was the most excitement she'd had in ages and hey, it’s not everyday you fall spectacularly through a stage.
          "I'm in," she nodded, a smile spreading across her face.
          "Excellent…now we've just got to get out of here before security find us," Colin perked, leading the way.