روز سوم

FROM LEDGERS TO SCRIPTS

During the first weeks of the summer, Monte Ziltch didn’t even have time to consider whether he had made an egregious mistake.

He was too engrossed with his work, performing a thousand and one odd jobs around the theater.

First there was the opening production of A Chorus Line, then two weeks of The Fantasticks, followed by a poignant Diary of Anne Frank, which did excellent business. All through those weeks, Monte painted, carried, nailed, collected, ran, studied, and perspired. He had expunged all traces of debits and credits from his mind, burying himself in the more flamboyant world of the theater. Accounting became anathema to him as the schism between his present utopia and his former drudgery widened.