On Stage – Take My Hand, My Love. ep40, 531021

A black and white photograph of Elliott Lewis, a man in a suit and tie, standing in front of a microphone with headphones on. He appears to be speaking or reading from a script, with one hand raised to emphasize a point. The background is dark and nondescript, with no discernible details.

Take a nostalgic trip back to the days before World War I. Elliot is a playwright, and Cathy is an artist. He lives with Fred in an upstairs flat, while Cathy shares a room with her young niece downstairs.

Cathy is cynical, and when love notes begin appearing, she’s sure they are meant for her niece. The anonymous notes keep coming, but is Cathy really so unromantic—or unresponsive—to even give the flirtation a try? Maybe a more direct approach would work better. The ice gets broken, and their individual forms of art provide some common ground.

Will the romance grow? Complications arise, and this new love could easily find itself on the rocks. It might even spell the end of more than one friendship. What can save the day?

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