"I've got him," Pete gasped as he grabbed the big dog by the neck and pulled him off Kathy.

"Are you okay, honey?" the wardrobe mistress asked as she kneeled down and helped Kathy up to her feet.

"I-I think so," she stammered, brushing her blonde hair away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Murphy," Bob Decker said.

"I think I know what happened. But that doesn't matter. Listen, if you want the part, you've got it."

Kathy felt like jumping in happiness. Then it suddenly occurred to her that he was offering her the part because he didn't want her to sue him for this sudden doggie act. Kathy wanted to be in the theatre, but she didn't want to blackmail her way onto the stage.

"You don't have to give me the part just because… because some dog…" Kathy began.

"I like you. I liked what I heard before all this happened," the producer said, getting up out of his seat and walking toward the stage. "Like I said, you've got the part if you want it."

Kathy almost shouted, but managed to keep control of herself and calmly told the man that she'd accept his offer.

"Great! Okay kids, we've got everybody cast," Bob said in a loud voice as he walked up to the footlights. Kathy saw that he was a relatively young man – about thirty – and ruggedly handsome. His brown hair hung almost completely over his eyes, while his crotch bulged noticeably. Kathy wondered how many starlets Bob had banged on his producer's couch. "Helen, take Kathy down to wardrobe and get her fitted. I'm just going to go over a few points here with the rest of the cast."

Kathy followed the wardrobe mistress through the maze of passages in the theatre until they came to a tiny room that was filled with racks and stacks of dresses, gowns, robes, crowns – everything that went into completing a costume.