Page 14 of Missing Linc
“What happened to you last night? You disappeared,” she says as we walk to the studio.
“Says the woman who didn’t take her tongue out of the waitress for five hours.”
She elbows me but she looks far from offended.
“I take it your night ended on a good note then,” I say.
Lenka wiggles her eyebrows and opens the lobby door of the studio.
“Oh, it ended on several good notes,” she says.
“TMI, sweetie. T-M-I.” I shake my head in disgust and wash it off with a taste of Firefly Latte.
“How wasyournight? Was that Camden Hawkins you were drinking with?” she asks.
I nod.
“Ah, you dog! So you scored last night, too,” she cackles.
“Don’t be stupid. You know I’m straight,” I tell her.
“O… kay.”
She drops her bag on the floor at the end of the studio and sets her coffee down, taking her shoes off.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask her, doing the same.
She turns away from me and shakes her head, but I can see her wicked grin in the mirror.
“Hey, what is that supposed to mean?” I repeat.
The door opens and several of our cast walk in, so I don’t get a response yet again. Instead, we take our time to greet our actors.
Cam isn’t here yet.
Lenka tells them all to get ready and that we’ll be doing some exercises first, and several of the actors get started with warm ups.
I go to the water cooler and fill up my bottle with some cold water. When I bring it to my lips the door swings open and Cam walks in like his pants are on fire.
“I’m so sorry. Am I late?” he asks Lenka.
Lenka shakes her head and laughs, approaching Cam.
“We’re just about to start. Why don’t you put your stuff down there, and we’ll get started with some trust exercises,” she tells him.
Cam nods and walks toward me, where Lenka had pointed at, but as soon as our eyes meet, his eyes bulge and his whole body freezes.
Before I can say or do anything to assure him it’s fine, he pivots and walks to the other end of the room.
Great. I haven’t even started directing this show, and I’m already screwing up. If my actor refuses to talk to me, things are going to gojustswimmingly.
“Okay.” Lenka claps her hands together. “Now that we’re all here, let’s start with some trust exercises. Would you pair up, everyone?”
The cast starts grouping up, and I walk back to my stuff so I can ditch my bottle.
“Since we’re an actor short, will you help out?” Lenka asks. “I think Camden is free.”
I want to tell her she’s a bitch, but I keep it to myself. She grins as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking, so I promise myself she’ll pay for it later. Whatever it is she’s doing.
