Bass Guitar - Part II

She was actually a dancer, but had done tech for a number of shows, including running the lights for one of his. I asked her about him, and she said that he was a good director that was serious about his work. In my reluctance, the draw of the theatre and it's promise drew me, of love from an audience that perhaps could replace the love from a husband lost.

I was a Technical Assistant at the university computer lab, where I helped students build web pages that purported their teaching skills. It was built from a template, but we used actual HTML, made actual web pages, did for all intents and purposes actual web design, and I was a problem solver that could help people navigate local storage vs. remote drives, and figure out why your divs weren't properly aligning. 

On the avacado-shell carpet and chocolate colored lamine wood desks, I sat every night after classes. On a black dell computer the size of an enyclopedia with an inch-thick LCD facing out into the rows and rows of identical computers, up popped the email, and I slowly wrote my reply.

I slowly sealed my fate.

There were five of us at auditions. Five actors I mean. There was also the playwright: A waify blond sprite by the name of Louise, and the stage manager, a stout but velumptous black haired beauty that I've forgotten the name of. There might have been a few more, but I can't say I remember. And of course there was Patrick, in light blue jeans that seemed just a tad to big for him, and a farmer-plaid red button down that was obviously hanging to cover his belly. This part of him was what he felt most uncomfortable about, and for obvious reasons. He had well-defined, tree trunk calves that matched his broad shoulders and arms. His hair was the color and shape of Harrison Fords and his eyes were a typically beautiful blue. But his belly floated in front of him in a way that needed loose pants and a long shirt to make it conform to the rest of his body.

We all stood in a circle, as we often did for warm-up games, and I was told,  or maybe I just came to this conclusion, that we were just trying to see who worked best for which part. It was nothing to stress about. We started by playing the alphabet game. We were supposed to sing the ABC's as different characters. Teacher and preacher were easy for me; seductress harder but I played coy and innocent and I felt satisfied after. One of the actresses auditioning