Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
"Let's say Monday, and I'll let Damian know," Misha said, and he was hoping real hard that Damian wasn't fussed 'bout not being contacted himself. Misha, he was real careful 'bout the line recent, 'bout what he did at the Carnival, and it was only performing. He'd auditioned and hired Dietre his ownself, but them days were done. He'd made a real awful choice 'bout Christmas scheduling, and he wasn't 'bout to forget that anytime soon. Damian would say he was being real hard on himself 'bout it, and that was true, but he couldn't seem to quit it any. But, this, it wasn't making a decision, it was just setting a meeting time, and Misha reckoned that might be fine some.
He didn't have a lick of trouble with her enthusiastic exclamation; it just made him smile some. "I reckon we get different types in the audience. Most want to find the wires and hidden doors, but some are just willing to believe and go on back home with stars in their eyes." Misha, he did love that 'bout the Carnival, the fact that some folks just soaked it all in, while others tried to unravel it. Truth was, he adored them faces turned up toward him past them stage lights. It was vanity, sure as could be, and it wasn't real fitting to what he was, but it was part of his personality all the same. He'd tell you his kindred, they were plenty vain, and could be it wasn't so wrong at all, even if it wasn't the best attribute for folk to have.
"You ain't got to go thanking me. You're real good with that bow of yours, and I got me a soft spot for musical folks." It was true. When he'd ended up back in New York, he'd had other musicians let him surf from couch to couch, and they'd helped him find work, and he'd been real grateful of it. "We got to help each other, don't we? It's real hard out there for performers," and that was true 'nough. A whole bunch of the folks Misha knew in New York had to strip or worse to make ends meet.
He smiled at her, and it sounded like closing, but Misha wasn't fussed by it any. He reckoned she wanted to get herself back to playing and make herself some more money for the day, and he knew that feeling real well too. "I'd love to play sometime, and I reckon we'll have a chance real soon." He leaned 'cross the table to hold a hand out to her in shaking, his pale fingers long and his grip firm, if she took it. "You just show up on Monday, hear?"