It’s the day of the screening of Monologue Triptych. It’s on tonight at 8.30pm in London and everything’s ready. I got the screening tape ready. I got the DVD copies ready for the cast and crew. I’m ready. I’m excited and I’m worried. I want every to go off without a hitch. I checked the screening tape a hundred times and there is nothing wrong with, yet I believe that it will break down in the middle. That there will be some technical problem with the projector. That no-one will turn up. That everybody will hate the film. That they will find some kind of fault with it. I don’t know, but these thoughts are rushing through my head, now that I got nothing to do, but wait. I know that it will go well. That everybody who said they will be there, will turn up. That everybody will enjoy the screening and have a good time. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about the worse. It’s taken a long time to get the films finished. I want the best for them. I guess it just nerves. I will be alright once it’s over. Then I will be able to relax. It’s just the waiting that gets to me.