But the thought of the upcoming tours, one after another, was both a hassle and exhausting.
The premiere was an act of artistic expression. Every performance after that was just a job.
'And a job could be incredibly dull.'
Alright, he admitted it. He was a fickle old man who just wanted to keep staging new scripts.
He took out a few tea leaves and started chewing on them to wake himself up.
It worked better than drinking it.
Usually, at a time like this, he would have lit his pipe.
But just like the lawyer in *Prosecution Witness*, his doctor had also forbidden him from smoking his pipe.
He had to meet Zog later; he couldn't fall asleep in front of the Dragon investor.
According to a message from Zog, there were more scripts of this caliber waiting for the troupe.
Grandpa Galina was skeptical.
The script for *Prosecution Witness*, even when compared to every script he had ever seen in his entire life, was easily in the top echelon.
