"Petunia - who'll play Petunia?"
There's a silence. Not the kind of silence which met the call to play a black teenage MC some weeks earlier but a laidback silence.
I make the mistake, however, of making eye contact.
"Corinne - Petunia's posh after all".
The laughter from the rest of the group comes a little too quickly. It occurs for the first time that they think I'm posh.
I hear a voice that I cannnot place say as I accept the script.
Once almost everyone in the room has been asigned a part (this is something greeted with much enthusiasm, rarely are readings so inclusive) we begin to read. We get to Petunia's entrance.
Charming Canadian reads the stage directions: "Petunia enters, she has dark hair, pale skin and is wearing a flowered Laura Ashley dress".
I look down at my flowered dress, both my dark hair and pale skin visible, almost unable to register what has just happened. The rest of the group take approximately the same time to process events. This is possibly the best unwitting joke of the day.
"Shameful" Someone says as I cover my face with the script.