Nervy feelings on the eve of Miniaturists 5 tomorrow, as there should be. All is well in hand, there's a good team in place, the plays are fab and the theatre supportive, but still there's that tremulous sense, the nag that there's stuff you haven't accounted for, reckoned on...
A quote popped into my head, and I felt sure it was from The Singing Detective:
The hall is rented, the orchestra engaged. Now it's time to see if you can dance.
Only it's not from Dennis Potter's meisterwerk - any guesses? (without googling, now!)