The perils of auditioning on Zoom

So we can hug and kiss each other, but facemasks could be here to stay. There are some people I would rather never hug and kiss again. Nor am I sure I want to socialise in big groups, outside or inside, now that I have become accustomed to cosy nights in. My husband, Harry, calls me the hermit crab. I have spent too many happy evenings eating spaghetti bolognese watching Netflix. On the other hand, I’m longing to dance wildly at a live gig and preferably not on my own. I am dying to drink wine with my girlfriends and chat each other’s ears off. It can’t come soon enough.

The acting world is beginning to open up. I have a FaceTime audition with a film director. It’s a particularly heated scene. Without meaning to, I rehearse my lines in the background of my husband Harry’s Zoom work call. His colleagues must wonder why I’m waving my arms about while shouting at the wall.