He had spent nine years preparing for this very moment. Acting classes twice a week. Dance lessons, singing lessons, trips to New York City to watch Philip Seymour Hoffman perform Death of a Salesman and to see what life Jude Law could breathe into Hamlet.
Now here he was, wearing a black suit, black tie and top hat, standing backstage in the remarkably plain-looking Room No. 1 of the Ambassador Theater, one of Broadway's most prestigious halls. Eventually he was told they were ready for him to come out on stage. He paced gingerly, his mind racing as he considered all the greats -- names like James Naughton and Nathan Lane -- that had performed under the very lights he was about to step into.