An agoraphobic young girl grieving for her father, consoles herself by listening to and impersonating the great divas featured on his record collection.

She speaks with such a soft voice that she is referred to as LV – Little Voice.

Zoe Saunders fully captured her shy fragility and the transformation when she sang stunned.

Mari, her mother, was a horrendous creation – rarely sober, dressed and acted like a tart. Claire Lewis was spot on with Mari’s characterisation – a loathsome, selfish bully – but lost clarity during some of her screeching diatribes.

Successfully stepping in as a late replacement for the part of Ray Say, a local two-bit theatrical agent, director Tony Bright made him less of a sleaze ball and more a sly exploiter.

Laurence Bown was full of gauche adolescent awkwardness as he tried to convey Billy’s feeling for LV. Their scenes together were beautiful.

The part of neighbour Sadie, was only a cameo role, but Bob Woodman made it her own through excellent silent comedy while Richard Lindfield had the right air of cheesiness as the nightclub owner.

The lighting team deserved praise for creating the illusion of fire that destroyed the house and the light show that closed the play.

Four stars