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the acting lark

The acting lark Since I was not going to be a George Ramsay of cooking I decided to become an actor, paid my money and went to the relevant studio, which situated in an old building in Liverpool. Up a rickety floor that had a lift conductor for a reason that escaped me since he stood the and I had to press the button for the third floor. The hallway into the centre of learning was lined with former actors I didn´t know. The lessons began. My teacher was a beautiful woman with a magnificent voice she taught me to speak clearer, louder and confidently. When the theatre in Chester needed an actor in minor, I applied but was turned down. I didn´t mind as I had lost interest in this artform pretending to be someone else. My next step was to learn public speaking, this I failed since there were more than five people in the room, and I fainted.

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