"I can’t believe I was convinced to come tonight,” Clara said, walking into Callbacks. Tonight had been the closing night of her newest play, Crosswalks, and rumor had it that producers from Playwrights Horizon had been in the audience. Clara was on cloud nine, which was the only reason she could be so readily manipulated into humiliating herself. “I’m a writer, I don’t go on stage. I’m going to need a drink.”













