my fingers, working out the dull ache that announced the onset of arthritis that all string players got prematurely. Then I walked over to the table near the office and grabbed some eggs, English muffin, and a cup of joe. Hmm, do they just call them muffins here, or English muffins? I chuckled at myself.
After taking a minute to eat and converse with the other travelers, I headed off to the showers to get ready for a day of hide and seek. I told myself firmly, “You will find them.”
I headed out into London, with no clue where to start, so I began with the one thing I could control. I called the Factory, leaving my name and number for the owner. I figure if I bug the hell out of him, he'll give my stuff a listen just to shut me up. I mailed off another demo CD to him too. I would make it a daily thing until the man caved.
Then I turned and looked around at the huge city around me. Such a giant haystack. Now if I were a needle, where would I be hiding? I'd give my left leg for an electromagnet about now.
I tried not to react when a police car drove past. Best way to draw attention to yourself is to look like you're not trying to draw attention to yourself. And maybe Scratch hadn't called the police anyway. And maybe you'll become the next Ray Brown too Liza. Get your head on straight lady.
I was about to employ the highly scientific method of eeny, meeny, miny, moe, to my search but then had a flash of insight. I pulled out my cell and dialed. “Hi, Gina? Hi yes, it's... yes. I was wondering what you were doing this morning, I have a couple questions, I'm... oh, church?” It was Sunday wasn't it? I grinned at the phone then said, “Okay, but how about the church in Covent Garden, Saint Paul's? Great, I'll see you there in a half hour? Bye.”
She seemed to know about the underground music scene here by proxy. Her friends would drag her around to the various raves and clubs, so maybe she knew how to get a hold of Scratch. I didn't really want to go back to the Garden so soon, it had been burned by that overzealous thief, but I'd rather go to a church with a preacher I knew than not.
A quick journey later and I was at the church, waiting on the walk. Unlike my first visit, it was filling up quickly, it seemed to be a popular parish. I didn't have to wait long before a glowing Gina, in her Sunday's finest came striding up to me looking down bashfully. I looked down at myself, feeling a little self-conscious that I wasn't in a dress or at least some better clothes.
She stopped in front of me and cutely gave a tiny wave. “Hi, Liza.”
I just had to smile at the woman, then gave her a hug. “Hey lady, thanks for coming.”
She nodded then looked at the church. “Figures you would choose the Actor's Church.”
I blinked at that, not getting the reference.
She chuckled. “This church has close ties to the stage and other forms of art. I assumed that's why you chose it. Less chance of bursting into flames when you crossed the threshold.”
I barked out a surprised laugh. That was really funny, and not something I would expect her to say. She's already got bolder since I met her and I liked the tiny burst of confidence in her. I looped an arm in hers and grinned, and said in a mock English accent, “Cheeky bird.”
She blushed at that and we stepped into the church. I was surprised to see Father Arlington at the entry, greeting each parishioner as they entered. It gave a small town feel to the congregation. I grinned at the man as recognition spread on his face. “Father Mike.”
He grinned and took my hand. “Miss Montrose, what a pleasant surprise.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “Liza please, Father. I'd like you to meet my friend, Gina Stapleton.”
He shook her hand warmly. “It's good to meet you, Gina.”
She nodded and looked at her shoes. He motioned us in and as we stepped into the nave, I looked toward the altar
After taking a minute to eat and converse with the other travelers, I headed off to the showers to get ready for a day of hide and seek. I told myself firmly, “You will find them.”
I headed out into London, with no clue where to start, so I began with the one thing I could control. I called the Factory, leaving my name and number for the owner. I figure if I bug the hell out of him, he'll give my stuff a listen just to shut me up. I mailed off another demo CD to him too. I would make it a daily thing until the man caved.
Then I turned and looked around at the huge city around me. Such a giant haystack. Now if I were a needle, where would I be hiding? I'd give my left leg for an electromagnet about now.
I tried not to react when a police car drove past. Best way to draw attention to yourself is to look like you're not trying to draw attention to yourself. And maybe Scratch hadn't called the police anyway. And maybe you'll become the next Ray Brown too Liza. Get your head on straight lady.
I was about to employ the highly scientific method of eeny, meeny, miny, moe, to my search but then had a flash of insight. I pulled out my cell and dialed. “Hi, Gina? Hi yes, it's... yes. I was wondering what you were doing this morning, I have a couple questions, I'm... oh, church?” It was Sunday wasn't it? I grinned at the phone then said, “Okay, but how about the church in Covent Garden, Saint Paul's? Great, I'll see you there in a half hour? Bye.”
She seemed to know about the underground music scene here by proxy. Her friends would drag her around to the various raves and clubs, so maybe she knew how to get a hold of Scratch. I didn't really want to go back to the Garden so soon, it had been burned by that overzealous thief, but I'd rather go to a church with a preacher I knew than not.
A quick journey later and I was at the church, waiting on the walk. Unlike my first visit, it was filling up quickly, it seemed to be a popular parish. I didn't have to wait long before a glowing Gina, in her Sunday's finest came striding up to me looking down bashfully. I looked down at myself, feeling a little self-conscious that I wasn't in a dress or at least some better clothes.
She stopped in front of me and cutely gave a tiny wave. “Hi, Liza.”
I just had to smile at the woman, then gave her a hug. “Hey lady, thanks for coming.”
She nodded then looked at the church. “Figures you would choose the Actor's Church.”
I blinked at that, not getting the reference.
She chuckled. “This church has close ties to the stage and other forms of art. I assumed that's why you chose it. Less chance of bursting into flames when you crossed the threshold.”
I barked out a surprised laugh. That was really funny, and not something I would expect her to say. She's already got bolder since I met her and I liked the tiny burst of confidence in her. I looped an arm in hers and grinned, and said in a mock English accent, “Cheeky bird.”
She blushed at that and we stepped into the church. I was surprised to see Father Arlington at the entry, greeting each parishioner as they entered. It gave a small town feel to the congregation. I grinned at the man as recognition spread on his face. “Father Mike.”
He grinned and took my hand. “Miss Montrose, what a pleasant surprise.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “Liza please, Father. I'd like you to meet my friend, Gina Stapleton.”
He shook her hand warmly. “It's good to meet you, Gina.”
She nodded and looked at her shoes. He motioned us in and as we stepped into the nave, I looked toward the altar
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