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'THE FIRST TIME I tried to cry on cue, in a workshop intended for aspiring young actors, it did not work. It was 2006; I was eighteen years old and performing a rather ambitiousmonologue from Andrew Bovell’s After Dinner,in which forty-something Monika describes finding her husband dead in the living room. Naturally, dead husbands require real tears, and I assumed unashamed effort was the key to achieving them. I listened to sad music before I performed. I laboured every word. I chased – begged – the emotion like a hysterical teenage girl running after an ex-lover at midnight. JUST COME HERE. PLEASE. By the end of the monologue, I was so frustrated I couldn’t make myself cry that I began to cry. When I finished, the teacher said, ‘I think that play is supposed to be a comedy.’' (Introduction)