Room 232, Thursday Morning
It was break week, so Tony was still in bed when the phone rang. He groped for it on the nightstand, stared blearily at the Darkest Night office number on the screen and pressed Talk. “Amy?” he guessed. “I still don’t remember what happened to that trombone.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” the Darkest Night office assistant asked. “Found it in Mason’s dressing room. He was all evasive about why it was there, too. I so don’t want to know what happened. Anyway, not why I’m calling this time. Wanda quit.”
“Wanda?” Tony tried to remember who she was. “The super P.A.?”
“Bitch sold a movie-of-the-week script to NBC. Now she’s off to LA to be some rich and famous writer.” Amy snorted. “Want a job?”
“Uh, I’m still in Maryland,” Tony said. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, and I’m dying to hear the boarding school stories,” Amy said. “Do you belong to one of those homoerotic cults with engraved paddles?”
“I think those are frats. College stuff,” Tony said. Did he have pants around here somewhere? Ah - there! He hooked one foot under his jeans and dragged them over to him.
“Roeally? Do you at least have ties and rugby? Oh, never mind, you can tell me when you get here. Classes are over, right?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Look, Tony-” He could hear her tapping her fingernails against the desk. “If you get get here by Monday, the job’s yours. I can’t hold it any longer than that. I’m not going to ask if you want it, ‘cause I know you do. I’m just going to point out that in two weeks we’ll be shooting a sauna scene with Lee. You going to be the one holding the towels or not?”
“You cheat,” Tony sighed.
“I do,” Amy agreed cheerfully. “And I don’t want to spend the next month teaching ten different wannabes how to answer the phone and recharge a radio battery just to have them run off when they see Starbucks at lunchtime.”
Tony leaned over the edge of the bed to see if his belt had slid under the nightstand. “What colour are your nails today?”
“Cerulean,” Amy said.
“That’s green, right?”
“Blue, you heathen. Matches my eyelashes. Will I see you Monday?”
“You will,” Tony said.
“Excellent. Have a good trip and I’m expecting field hockey stories.” Amy hung up the phone.
Tony sighed, tossed his phone on the nightstand, got dressed and then made a couple of phone calls, including one to Geoffrey.
[Yes, he's leaving! But just for the summer. Anyone who wants to say good-bye is welcome to have gotten a call or just happen to stop by.]
“Didn’t I tell you?” the Darkest Night office assistant asked. “Found it in Mason’s dressing room. He was all evasive about why it was there, too. I so don’t want to know what happened. Anyway, not why I’m calling this time. Wanda quit.”
“Wanda?” Tony tried to remember who she was. “The super P.A.?”
“Bitch sold a movie-of-the-week script to NBC. Now she’s off to LA to be some rich and famous writer.” Amy snorted. “Want a job?”
“Uh, I’m still in Maryland,” Tony said. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, and I’m dying to hear the boarding school stories,” Amy said. “Do you belong to one of those homoerotic cults with engraved paddles?”
“I think those are frats. College stuff,” Tony said. Did he have pants around here somewhere? Ah - there! He hooked one foot under his jeans and dragged them over to him.
“Roeally? Do you at least have ties and rugby? Oh, never mind, you can tell me when you get here. Classes are over, right?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Look, Tony-” He could hear her tapping her fingernails against the desk. “If you get get here by Monday, the job’s yours. I can’t hold it any longer than that. I’m not going to ask if you want it, ‘cause I know you do. I’m just going to point out that in two weeks we’ll be shooting a sauna scene with Lee. You going to be the one holding the towels or not?”
“You cheat,” Tony sighed.
“I do,” Amy agreed cheerfully. “And I don’t want to spend the next month teaching ten different wannabes how to answer the phone and recharge a radio battery just to have them run off when they see Starbucks at lunchtime.”
Tony leaned over the edge of the bed to see if his belt had slid under the nightstand. “What colour are your nails today?”
“Cerulean,” Amy said.
“That’s green, right?”
“Blue, you heathen. Matches my eyelashes. Will I see you Monday?”
“You will,” Tony said.
“Excellent. Have a good trip and I’m expecting field hockey stories.” Amy hung up the phone.
Tony sighed, tossed his phone on the nightstand, got dressed and then made a couple of phone calls, including one to Geoffrey.
[Yes, he's leaving! But just for the summer. Anyone who wants to say good-bye is welcome to have gotten a call or just happen to stop by.]