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The Starting Line: Chapter 24
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We spent the next week working with crews who came in and installed the video screens, a crew to do the lighting, a crew to set up the sound system, and another crew to hook up all the video lines. For the most part, I ended up moving information around and providing coffee to people, as most of the technical stuff was over my head, although I had fun working with the sound and video guys who patiently explained what they were doing to me and answering my questions. After all of that was sorted, a rigging company came in to install spot points in the ceiling of the museum so once all the instruments arrived, they could be hung from those points and float in the air around the room.
I would spend my lunch time wandering around the rest of the museum, checking out the other exhibits currently being displayed. Often Bette would join me, telling me about the artists, what she saw in the paintings and photos, asking me what I saw in them. It was actually kind of funny… no one had ever really asked my opinion on stuff like art before. I always just assumed art was something I was below, like I wasn’t smart or educated enough for it or something. But Bette seemed genuinely interested in my views on pieces, even commenting occasionally how she had never thought of something that way. It was during one of these lunchtime strolls that Bette got a phone call, excused herself from me, and returned shortly after in a panicked state.
“What’s wrong?”
“The fucking instruments got held up in customs! We may not get them until a day or two before the exhibit opens, which will give us no time to sort out the lighting around it, or have anything go wrong! And the crew have only been contracted through the rest of this week and the city is booked after that. How am I going to do this?!”
“Take a breath Bette. We’ll figure this out. So you only booked crew for this week?”
“This week was the only week I could get crews. The music festival around the city has every crewing company in LA booked the rest of this month!”
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Beautifully written. Hope the piano didn’t really crash.
Damn thank the gods that the opera is going good that it gave you the time to give us this chap, and how in the hell did you come up with the story of the instruments? amazing….to answer your ? rice crispy squares work well, vinager not so good let’s just say that the good thing about being a manager is that I don’t have to clean that shit!
side note disclaimer..do not try this at home, we are trained professionals…and boiled soda especially when it gets reduced down to its syrup base BURNS LIKE A MOTHER (but damn it was fun) safety first kids.
Damn. When the cables started creaking, I muttered “But this was supposed to be angst-free!” Glad you kept your promise. I have been reading all along but have been remiss in posting my thanks.
susannah2000..cooks never ask why we ask why the hell not..to many things to play with. I think milk duds would be much better dropped in boiling milk, you can then see the satisfying melting better (while tenting your fingers and giving an evil laugh)
see,never ask why…just find the fun!
LOL, that was a fun albeit scary scene to end it. This chapter it was good to have a breather from all the angst. I wonder where you’ll go from here? I hope you have more to say. I love your writing as you know. Take it easy! :D
shanesthebest..when you were talking before about boiling coke in a pan, even before you got to the gummy worms, the question that presented itself is..WHY? I think that obliterating the little stretchies is a good idea though, then kd will have less of them to throw at me. How would it work on milk duds?
they’re mellllting…die, gummy worms! DIE milk duds!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA