In Which We Were Up to No Good

Today was largely spent in a production meeting. Brainstorms! Woosh!

After rehearsing a bit, Sammy and I went to Starbucks. I actually purchased things there which is something I rarely do. Not a big fan of $4+ coffee drinks. The barista (barist-o?) guy was complimentary of my handcuff earrings, so I told him about my current employment. He seemed interested, so I let him know about our upcoming Nashville shows. We'll have to remember to take a poster by next time we're out flyer-ing- corporations don't usually put the signs out front, but they'll take one to circulate in the breakroom. After talking with the cashier a bit more, I walked out with a nickname, "Tink." Even though he had been a flirt, I liked the name. Maybe it'll catch on.

Anyway, I went to Starbucks with Sammy because he had arranged to meet with some guys about our open stage hand and stage manager positions. Both meetings seemed to go well. I sat at a separate table, pretending not to know Sammy- as if I was there independently of him.

I heard him say to the interviewee, "Would you like to see a trick? Let's see who we can get to volunteer here." Then he walked up to me, saying "Excuse me, miss? Can we ask for your help on a magic trick? I'm Sammy and I'm a magician. In magic school they taught me how to pick pocket without even touching your purse. I'm going to make this gesture and just by doing that, I can produce your driver's license out of my pocket."

I reacted in an appropriately sketched out way. He pulled my license out of his pocket. I tried to be convincing in my surprise. And I think I was. The potential stage hand flipped out. He couldn't believe it. Of course, like any rational person, his second reaction was "You two know each other. You have to. Where are your from?" I had heard Sammy telling this guy that he was from Hickory, NC. So, I (truthfully) said, "I'm from Hendersonville." Of course this fellow assumed I meant Hendersonville, TN and probably had no idea that there was also a Hendersonville, NC. Both of us being from North Carolina would have made the trick implausible, but we really sold it by convincing him that we did not know each other at all. Sammy left the interview alone- got into his car, drove out of the lot, and (naturally) came back to get me once our friend had gone. It was fun. And it will be more fun once we invite him to practice and he finds out that he was right all along. He seemed like a nice guy. Good natured, smart. I hope he's good for the show. And I hope he can forgive us for having a bit of fun at his expense.

Mischief managed!