everyone’s mind, the party was soon jumping.
Tina mingled, moving back and forth, upstage and down-stage, through the crowd, thanking everyone for his contribution to the show’s success, complimenting each member of the cast and crew on his dedication and professionalism. Several times she encountered Elliot Stryker, and he seemed genuinely interested in learning how the splashy stage effects had been achieved. Each time that Tina moved on to talk to someone else, she regretted leaving Elliot, and each time that she found him again, she stayed with him longer than she had before. After their fourth encounter, she lost track of how long they were together. Finally she forgot all about circulating.
Standing near the left proscenium pillar, out of the main flow of the party, they nibbled at pieces of cake, talking about Magyck! and then about the law, Charlie and Helen Mainway, Las Vegas real estate — and, by some circuitous route, superhero movies.
He said, “How can Batman wear an armored rubber suit all the time and not have a chronic rash?”
“Yeah, but there are advantages to a rubber suit.”
“Such as?”
“You can go straight from office work to scuba diving without changing clothes.”
“Eat takeout food at two hundred miles an hour in the Batmobile, and no matter how messy it gets — just hose off later.”
“Exactly. After a hard day of crime-fighting, you can get stinking drunk and throw up on yourself, and it doesn’t matter. No dry-cleaning bills.”
“In basic black he’s dressed for any occasion — ”
“ — from an audience with the Pope to a Marquis de Sade memorial sock hop.”
Elliot smiled. He finished his cake. “I guess you’ll have to be here most nights for a long time to come.”
“No. There’s really no need for me to be.”
“I thought a director — ”
“Most of the director’s job is finished. I just have to check on the show once every couple of weeks to make sure the tone of it isn’t drifting away from my original intention.”
“But you’re also the co-producer.”
“Well, now that the show’s opened successfully, most of my share of the producer’s chores are public relations and promotional stuff. And a little logistics to keep the production rolling along smoothly. But nearly all of that can be handled out of my office. I won’t have to hang around the stage. In fact, Joel says it isn’t healthy for a producer to be backstage every night . . . or even most nights. He says I’d just make the performers nervous and cause the technicians to look over their shoulders for the boss when they should have their eyes on their work.”
“But will you be able to resist?”
“It won’t be easy staying away. But there’s a lot of sense in what Joel says, so I’m going to try to play it cool.”
“Still, I guess you’ll be here every night for the first week or so.”
“No,” she said. “If Joel’s right — and I’m sure he is —then it’s best to get in the habit of staying away right from the start.”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Oh, I’ll probably pop in and out a few times.”
“I guess you’ll be going to a New Year’s Eve party.”
“I hate New Year’s Eve parties. Everyone’s drunk and boring.”
“Well, then . . . in between all that popping in and out of Magyck! , do you think you’d have time for dinner?”
“Are you asking me for a date?”
“I’ll try not to slurp my soup.”
“You are asking me for a date,” she said, pleased.
“Yes. And it’s been a long time since I’ve been this awkward about it.”
“Why is that?”
“You, I guess.”
“I make you feel awkward?”
“You make me feel young. And when I was young, I was very awkward.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I’m trying to charm you.”
“And succeeding,” she said.
He had such a warm smile. “Suddenly I don’t feel so awkward anymore.”
She said, “You want to start over?”
“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow
Tina mingled, moving back and forth, upstage and down-stage, through the crowd, thanking everyone for his contribution to the show’s success, complimenting each member of the cast and crew on his dedication and professionalism. Several times she encountered Elliot Stryker, and he seemed genuinely interested in learning how the splashy stage effects had been achieved. Each time that Tina moved on to talk to someone else, she regretted leaving Elliot, and each time that she found him again, she stayed with him longer than she had before. After their fourth encounter, she lost track of how long they were together. Finally she forgot all about circulating.
Standing near the left proscenium pillar, out of the main flow of the party, they nibbled at pieces of cake, talking about Magyck! and then about the law, Charlie and Helen Mainway, Las Vegas real estate — and, by some circuitous route, superhero movies.
He said, “How can Batman wear an armored rubber suit all the time and not have a chronic rash?”
“Yeah, but there are advantages to a rubber suit.”
“Such as?”
“You can go straight from office work to scuba diving without changing clothes.”
“Eat takeout food at two hundred miles an hour in the Batmobile, and no matter how messy it gets — just hose off later.”
“Exactly. After a hard day of crime-fighting, you can get stinking drunk and throw up on yourself, and it doesn’t matter. No dry-cleaning bills.”
“In basic black he’s dressed for any occasion — ”
“ — from an audience with the Pope to a Marquis de Sade memorial sock hop.”
Elliot smiled. He finished his cake. “I guess you’ll have to be here most nights for a long time to come.”
“No. There’s really no need for me to be.”
“I thought a director — ”
“Most of the director’s job is finished. I just have to check on the show once every couple of weeks to make sure the tone of it isn’t drifting away from my original intention.”
“But you’re also the co-producer.”
“Well, now that the show’s opened successfully, most of my share of the producer’s chores are public relations and promotional stuff. And a little logistics to keep the production rolling along smoothly. But nearly all of that can be handled out of my office. I won’t have to hang around the stage. In fact, Joel says it isn’t healthy for a producer to be backstage every night . . . or even most nights. He says I’d just make the performers nervous and cause the technicians to look over their shoulders for the boss when they should have their eyes on their work.”
“But will you be able to resist?”
“It won’t be easy staying away. But there’s a lot of sense in what Joel says, so I’m going to try to play it cool.”
“Still, I guess you’ll be here every night for the first week or so.”
“No,” she said. “If Joel’s right — and I’m sure he is —then it’s best to get in the habit of staying away right from the start.”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Oh, I’ll probably pop in and out a few times.”
“I guess you’ll be going to a New Year’s Eve party.”
“I hate New Year’s Eve parties. Everyone’s drunk and boring.”
“Well, then . . . in between all that popping in and out of Magyck! , do you think you’d have time for dinner?”
“Are you asking me for a date?”
“I’ll try not to slurp my soup.”
“You are asking me for a date,” she said, pleased.
“Yes. And it’s been a long time since I’ve been this awkward about it.”
“Why is that?”
“You, I guess.”
“I make you feel awkward?”
“You make me feel young. And when I was young, I was very awkward.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I’m trying to charm you.”
“And succeeding,” she said.
He had such a warm smile. “Suddenly I don’t feel so awkward anymore.”
She said, “You want to start over?”
“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow
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