Take Two (A psychological thriller)

‘We’re the better show, no doubt about that,’ said Carolyn. She looked at her watch. It was ten o’clock and the ceremony was supposed to be over by ten-thirty. She couldn’t help thinking about Eddie and wondering what he was doing. She had so wanted him to be there with her. Her bag was at her feet and she wanted to take out her phone and check to see if he’d called, but she knew she would be wasting her time. She felt tears prick her eyes and she blinked them away, then realised that everyone at the table was looking at her and that Rick Gervais was talking about her. She smiled and nodded  and sat bolt upright as the comedian poured praise on her and introduced a two-minute clip of some of her most memorable moments on television – her appearances on Spooks, New Tricks, her spell on Dancing With The Stars, the first time she appeared on Rags To Riches. When it finished there was a roar of approval and everyone got to their feet and applauded. The cheers and claps echoed around the ballroom as Carolyn walked up and onto the stage.

The comedian handed her the award and kissed her on both cheeks, then Dawn French came over and gave her a hug. ‘I’m a huge fan, have been for ever,’ she said, which was nice whether or not it was true.

The two presenters moved back to their podiums, leaving the stage to Carolyn. She cradled the statuette and looked out over the audience. ‘This is such an amazing honour,’ she said. ‘And such a lovely surprise. I have to say I hadn’t expected to get a lifetime’s achievement so early in my career, but this is one gift horse I won’t be looking in the mouth.’ A ripple of laughter went around the room and she waited for it to subside. ‘I’m so grateful for Soap Digest magazine, and for its readers.’ She looked over at the table where the magazine executives were sitting and flashed them a grateful smile. ‘It makes it all the more meaningful knowing this award comes from the fans. Because without the fans, there’d be no point at all.’  The audience started clapping and she nodded enthusiastically until it died down. She gazed at the statuette with affection, and allowed her lower lip to tremble, just a bit. Truth be told, it was just one of more than a dozen awards she’d won over the years and they were all on a shelf in the guest bathroom on the ground floor of her house. But it was important to show humility, so she made a show of composing herself.  ‘I have so many people to thank,’ she said. ‘Although it’s the actors that the fans see, we’re only the tip of the iceberg and the true creativity takes place on the other side of the camera.’ More applause, and she smiled as she waited for it to die down. Timing was everything when it came to delivering a speech. Timing and lots of eye contact with the audience.

She turned to look at the table where the network executives were sitting and she raised the statuette to them. ‘First, the network, who have been behind the show from Day One. It’s great to have such a supportive team behind us, so thank you from the bottom of my heart to Sally, Lisa, Nick, Francesca, Karen and Martin. I love you all.’  More applause. Actually she didn’t love them at all, they were a talentless bunch of bean-counters who cared nothing about the quality of the show and she would quite happily have nothing to do with any of them ever again, given the choice. But, unfortunately, the network executives had the money and the power, so she had no other choice than to bow down before them. They applauded her and she just hoped her smile didn’t look as fake as theirs.

When the applause had subsided, she looked over at the Rags To Riches table. She caught Harrington’s eye and he winked at her. She blew him a kiss. ‘I want to thank Paul Day, of course, for creating and producing such a wonderful show. And all the great directors who have worked on the show over the years. That’s Jake, and Phillippa, and Raj. And Frank, who has been DP on the show since I started. The crew is more like a family to me than anything. Heaven knows, I spend more time with them than I do with my own relatives.’

More laughter, though this time with a harder edge because most of the men and women in the room knew the long hours they worked were no laughing matter. The divorce rate in the television industry was beaten only by that of doctors and police officers.