her 45th production doesn't open for another three weeks, but already she's showing signs of type III stage fright. bad dreams, white noise, a faint feeling of doom...a growing ball of nerves that will culminate in the director forcing her on stage opening night with swift kick to the butt. anticipation of something unpleasant is a horrible way to live. that's why she always swears she'll never do it again. but theatre is a horrible bitch siren. she can't resist. she's a junkie. hooked on pure theatrical heroin. there should be a rehab for actors.