{ Who } Gil and Lane { What } Lane has a job! Gil has a grr. { Where } Show tent { When } Monday morning { Rating } TBD { Status } In progress
Gil was not happy.
Michael hadn't listened to him at all. Hadn't given him any kind of decent chance to try and work the act solo. No chance at all. Now there was some guy-- some kid-- coming in to get his hands all over Gil's act and get in his way. Some boy he'd never heard of, not that he made a point of getting to know the people in the background.
Gil was still working with the ropes and pulleys, determined to make this work. He had to make it work-- and the faster he did, the faster the kid was out of the picture. He grumbled and swore as he worked, cigarette clamped between his lips. It didn't help that the more he dwelled on assistants or lack thereof, the less he slept. The worse he slept when he did.