The comely blonde walked confidently onto the bare stage of Paris' Salle Gémier and smiled at her audience of fellow actors and actresses. Whatever the scene required, she obviously felt up to it.
"You are on vacation," droned a Bronx-plated voice from the darkened auditorium. "You are in your hotel room, reading. Then, when I clap my hands, you will see lights on the beach. When I clap a second time, you will hear noises. And when I clap a third time, you will hear screams. O.K., you're on your own. Have a...
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