Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
It felt real good, seeing her smile how she did, and that sigh wasn't anything awful neither. "Don't go calling me sir. I ain't real suited to it," he joked. This reminded him of New York some, of how he'd took to talking to folks there. Here, he hadn't never had this kind of luck. He made folks uncomfortable, or they just told him how nice he was over and again, and things never really did get beyond them first bits of greeting. Could be it was different on account of he couldn't really feel much off her. He couldn't tell if he made her uncomfortable, or if she didn't like him a whole lot. He only had that smile to go off, and it seemed plenty genuine.
He took himself over to the line, and he pulled his phone out and texted Damian while he stood there: Met a busker named Sadie in town. Talked some. She's real good, Nurie. She wants to meet you come Monday, and I reckon you might think she's good nough for hiring. He read it over a few times, trying to determine if it made him sound like he was fussing with parts of the business that weren't his to fuss with. But, in the end, he reckoned it was fine for talent to refer other talent, and he hit send on the text as his turn came up at the counter.
After ordering her another cocoa, this time in a paper cup to go, and some sweets from the bakery in a brown bag, he returned to the table and set everything down 'fore sitting himself again.
"I'll go first," he said easy and willing and sprawled out in that chair, fiddle in the bag now resting at his feet. "When I first got myself to New York, I reckoned getting a job on the stage would be easy as could be. I took myself to an audition, and I didn't have a thing prepared, and I didn't have any documentation. I wasn't prepared even a little, and the director kicked me right on out of the audition saying I wouldn't never get work for disrespecting him and wasting his time. I reckoned I wouldn't never get a job after that. Next time I saw him, I was prepared. I had a medley all ready from Les Mis, and he remembered me from the time 'fore. He gave me a job in that chorus, but not 'fore telling me he remembered me, and that he was giving me the slot 'gainst his better judgement. The show ran itself for three months, and it was fun as could be." He motioned to her. "Now, you go on."