Page 13 of Finding Finn
“Here we go, my fellow thespians. A prosecco for handsome, a martini for Miss Buffster, and a beer for you.” Andre placed our drinks down in front of us.
“About time,” I sighed as I picked it up.
“Wait!” Buffy held up her hands. “We need to make a toast.”
We all raised our glasses.
“Here’s to you both, and here’s to me, we’ll make this place a place to be. But if we ever disagree, momma’s right, so listen to me.”
We clinked our glasses, and Finn grinned happily.
“I think I’m gonna like it here.” He grinned. “But I really do hate Annie. Is there any way we can change that?”
“We’ll have to tell you no, tomorrow.” I chuckled. I couldn’t take my eyes off him all night.
Fuck.
5
FINN
Ithought he hated me all day yesterday.
But I couldn’t stop looking at him. It was like some kind of obsession, and it was totally not healthy. But we had fun last night, and outside the theatre he was much more relaxed.
And gay…
He’s gay and single.
I should not feel a tinge of excitement at that.
I just moved here, and he works for me. Isn’t there some kind of HR thing about that? If not, there should be, and I should know more about that. I took out my phone and in the notes section of my apps, wrote a quick Google HR.
I had so much to learn. It didn’t feel as overwhelming today as it did yesterday. I owe a lot of that to Buffy. She knows so much more than I do about the business side of the playhouse. She agreed to take over our budgeting and grant writing for the time being. She was going to slowly teach me so I could learn. According to her, she already knew what our spending cap should be on each production.
That was where I wanted to make changes. They didn’t sell season tickets, so there shouldn’t be a problem with changing afew of the titles. I couldn’t think of a reason anyway. We were already locked into Annie. I knew this, even if I really wanted to do any other musical in the world but that show. I mean, it could be worse. We could be doing Oliver.
It was all of the kids that I’d have to work with that concerned me. I also understood that all those children had families that would fill the seats in the theatre nightly. Those kinds of shows were the bread and butter of regional houses all across America. I just found them contrite and boring. I’d get over it, and hopefully, we’d put on a show that changed my mind. I just didn’t have a lot of hope.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Buffy walked in with three coffees from Don’t Go Bakin’ My Heart and a box of pastry. “I thought you might want something sweet today.”
“You are a bad, bad girl.”
“Well, you had a salad last night, so… I think you can handle a few delish yum yums. Trust me, you will not regret it. Now, we have auditions next week, and I thought we might have a small get-to-know-you this weekend. Most everyone is dying to meet you.”
“Most? You mean there are people who don’t want to meet me?” I scoffed, pretending to have my feelings hurt.
“You know what I mean.”
“How are the auditions run here? I have thoughts, but I don’t want to shake the apple tree too quickly. Do we do callbacks, or is it a one-and-done type of thing?”
“We do kids' auditions first on Thursday, and the adults on Friday. Yolanda will be our stage manager for the show. Jim already set that up for you. She’s great and is really good at keeping kids in line. She’s a third-grade teacher, so they all know and like her.”
“Alright, that sounds good. They sing whatever they want?”
“Yes, and it will be painful. Sorry.”
“Pianist?”
