Et moi aussi! Sorry about that candle, DR Ginny. At least it wasn't the six-pack of frozen Budweiser that stopped a dancing career I know of.
I'm debating if I'm going to continue this roman a clef I've been reading, QUICKSILVER, from 1942. It's a thinly-disguised, very very long novel about a tour of ROMEO AND JULIET by Katharine Cornell. It's a veddy theatrical and an interesting look at Broadway around 1939 with a lot of oblique comments such as Evelyn, the Cornell character, wearing mannish clothing, the director (Guthrie McClintoc) having a "musical" vocie, a character based on Tyrone Power (I think) being "bohemian" or "decadent." Much as I want to like it, I don't very much. It's like a Nancy Drew book for adults, and those roadsters and teashops got old fast when I was younger.
I'm about four chapters in and I keep wondering why the young actor is so hung up on the Park Avenue girl with the fortune and intense anti-semitic attitude. Much as I wonder why, I find I'm not sure I want to learn the answer. If there is one. I've read much better backstagers.