‘An award, for a start,’ laughed Carolyn.
‘Seriously,’ said Seb.
‘He’s a good actor, a real pro,’ said Carolyn. She raised her glass to Seb. ‘But he’s nowhere as good-looking or charming as you are, darling.’
Seb grinned and clinked his glass against hers.
The two presenters took it in turns to announce the contenders for Best British Soap — Coronation Street, Doctors, EastEnders, Emmerdale, Hollyoaks and Rags To Riches. They showed clips of each show and Carolyn was pleased to see she was in the Rags To Riches selection, a three-hander with Seb and Andrea.
Dawn French opened a gold envelope, paused theatrically, and announced the winner. EastEnders. Carolyn clapped enthusiastically, as did everyone else on the Rags To Riches table. The camera covering their table was pointed at Seb and Andrea and they both did a great job of portraying rapt enthusiasm.
The EastEnders cast made their way up to the stage, flanked by the producers and two of the directors. Sixteen people in all. One of the producers accepted the award and made a short speech. Carolyn couldn’t help but notice one group he didn’t thank was the poor licence payer who funded their extravagant salaries. It always seemed unfair to her that the BBC should pay for a soap opera because they were never constrained by the same budget restraints as the independently-produced shows.
Carolyn looked over at Day and saw the look of disappointment on his face. Unlike the actors, Day wasn’t great at hiding his true feelings. He caught her looking at him and he forced a smile. ‘There’s always next year,’ he said.
‘We’re the better show, no doubt about that,’ said Carolyn. She looked at her watch. It was ten o’clock and the ceremony was supposed to be over by ten-thirty. She couldn’t help thinking about Eddie and wondering what he was doing. She had so wanted him to be there with her. Her bag was at her feet and she wanted to take out her phone and check to see if he’d called, but she knew she would be wasting her time. She felt tears prick her eyes and she blinked them away, then realised that everyone at the table was looking at her and that Rick Gervais was talking about her. She smiled and nodded and sat bolt upright as the comedian poured praise on her and introduced a two-minute clip of some of her most memorable moments on television — her appearances on Spooks, New Tricks, her spell on Dancing With The Stars, the first time she appeared on Rags To Riches. When it finished there was a roar of approval and everyone got to their feet and applauded. The cheers and claps echoed around the ballroom as Carolyn walked up and onto the stage.
The comedian handed her the award and kissed her on both cheeks, then Dawn French came over and gave her a hug. ‘I’m a huge fan, have been for ever,’ she said, which was nice whether or not it was true.
The two presenters moved back to their podiums, leaving the stage to Carolyn. She cradled the statuette and looked out over the audience. ‘This is such an amazing honour,’ she said. ‘And such a lovely surprise. I have to say I hadn’t expected to get a lifetime’s achievement so early in my career, but this is one gift horse I won’t be looking in the mouth.’ A ripple of laughter went around the room and she waited for it to subside. ‘I’m so grateful for Soap Digest magazine, and for its readers.’ She looked over at the table where the magazine executives were sitting and flashed them a grateful smile. ‘It makes it all the more meaningful knowing this award comes from the fans. Because without the fans, there’d be no point at all.’ The audience started clapping and she nodded enthusiastically until it died down. She gazed at the statuette with affection, and allowed her lower lip to tremble, just a bit. Truth be told, it was just one of more than a dozen awards she’d won over the years and they were all on a shelf in the guest bathroom on the ground floor of her house. But it was important to show humility, so she made a show of composing herself. ‘I have so many people to thank,’ she said. ‘Although it’s the actors that the fans see, we’re only the tip of the iceberg and the true creativity takes place on the other side of the camera.’ More applause, and she smiled as she waited for it to die down. Timing was everything when it came to delivering a speech. Timing and lots of eye contact with the audience.
She turned to look at the table where the network executives were sitting and she raised the statuette to them. ‘First, the network, who have been behind the show from Day One. It’s great to have such a supportive team behind us, so thank you from the bottom of my heart to Sally, Lisa, Nick, Francesca, Karen and Martin. I love you all.’ More applause. Actually she didn’t love them at all, they were a talentless bunch of bean-counters who cared nothing about the quality of the show and she would quite happily have nothing to do with any of them ever again, given the choice. But, unfortunately, the network executives had the money and the power, so she had no other choice than to bow down before them. They applauded her and she just hoped her smile didn’t look as fake as theirs.
When the applause had subsided, she looked over at the Rags To Riches table. She caught Harrington’s eye and he winked at her. She blew him a kiss. ‘I want to thank Paul Day, of course, for creating and producing such a wonderful show. And all the great directors who have worked on the show over the years. That’s Jake, and Phillippa, and Raj. And Frank, who has been DP on the show since I started. The crew is more like a family to me than anything. Heaven knows, I spend more time with them than I do with my own relatives.’
More laughter, though this time with a harder edge because most of the men and women in the room knew the long hours they worked were no laughing matter. The divorce rate in the television industry was beaten only by that of doctors and police officers.
‘But, seriously,’ said Carolyn, lowering her voice and speaking slowly and clearly. ‘There are two people I have to thank from the bottom of my heart, two people without whom I would never have had the success that I have been so fortunate to enjoy.’ She waited a couple of beats until she had everyone in the room hanging on her words. ‘My mum and dad, God bless them. I know they would be so proud if they were here today but, sadly, that’s not to be.’ She swallowed, and smiled bravely as she held the statuette up towards the ceiling. ‘This is for you mum and dad. I love you and miss you so much.’ Right on cue a single tear rolled down her cheek. She moved her head slightly, knowing it would glisten under the lights. The audience erupted with applause and one by one they got to their feet and stood clapping and cheering for a full minute. They were still clapping as she left the stage and went back to her table, stopping to exchange air kisses with half a dozen well-wishers on the way.
Carolyn waved the statuette in the air for a final time as she went to sit down next to Harrington. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. ‘How do you do that?’
‘Do what?’
‘Cry on command.’
She grinned and waggled the statuette at him. ‘A lifetime of experience, darling,’ she said.
Paul Day poured more red wine in her glass. ‘That was one hell of a performance, Carolyn,’ he said.
‘Don’t tell me, you want me to do it again for my close-up,’ she said. She picked up her glass and clinked it against his.
‘Seriously, you had them in the palm of your hand,’ said Harrington. ‘Have you done any theatre work?’
‘Panto,’ interrupted Day. ‘She’s plays a mean wicked stepmother.’
‘Oh, no, I don’t!’ said Carolyn.
‘Oh, yes, you do!’ chorused Day and Harrington. All three burst into laughter. Day waved at a passing waiter and pointed at the bottle of red wine. ‘One more,’ he mouthed and the waiter hurried off.
‘I’m not just saying this, Carolyn, but you really do have a stage presence. I know how good you work a camera, but that’s the first time I’ve seen you up on a stage and, really, there’s magic there. Every single person here was totally focused on you.’