She took the bus to the theater, she followed hand-written signs to the rehearsal space, she checked in with the girl at the desk. She found a seat between a redhead and a blonde, both already intently reading copies of the ‘sides’ she had herself only just been handed.
“Do you girls know this director? I’ve never heard of him.”
The blonde answered. “Sure, hon. He’s a gas. Makes them avante-garde movies. Lots of flying.”
The brunette piped up, “Like in the theater? Put’cha in a harness and hoist you up? Hardly anyone falls.”
“Hardly anyone,” agreed the blonde.