by Yves L'attrappe
So I found myself in Lola's Diner sitting and wondering if I could get
this off of the ground. A waitress came to my table and introduced
herself as Deanne and asked to take my order. I decided on the
biscuits and gravy and a cup of coffee, which she promptly poured into
the overturned cup which lay before me. I asked Deanne if she knew
anything about Bob Fosse and she told me that no one with that name
had come into Lola's Diner recently. I said that he was dead and she
said that she was sorry. I said that it did not bother me, because I did
not know him, though I would miss his work. "His work?", she queried...
I told her that he was a choreographer who worked on Broadway a few
years ago. She gave me a vacant stare and went to get my biscuits
and gravy. At that point, an unaffected lass of about fifteen pranced
over and said she overheard that I was directing a play. I told her that
it was a definite possibility. She told me that she tried out for Bye Bye
Birdie but did not make it. I told her I was sorry. She said that she
wasn't bitter, and that in her opinion, the show's director was an idiot
with no talent anyway. She asked me what I was interested in
directing, and I told her Sweet Charity. She hadn't heard of it. I told
her it was a piece from the sixties, and Fosse was the original
choreographer. She hadn't heard of Fosse. I told her that he was also
involved with Cabaret. She told me that she rented the video once but
the Emcee in Cabaret scared her and she was not able to finish the
movie. She asked if she could try out for my play, and I told her she
could if I was able to get it mounted.
Deanne returned with the plate full of biscuits and gravy and refreshed
my coffee and looked at the young girl next to me, and gave a wink...
I had the feeling you get when you accidentally push the cork into the
bottle because you can't find a corkscrew...
I finished my dinner and paid my check. As I got up to leave, my new
young friend got up as well. She followed me out of the diner and
clung to my arm. Her big eyes beamed at me, and then she asked
what kind of parts were in the show. I churned inside, as I knew I was
getting into something interesting. I told her to go rent the movie, but
it wasn't enough for her. I dispensed a laconic good-bye, but she
ignored it. She asked if she could audition for my play, and I told her
she was welcome to do it. At that point, a red suburban pulled up, and
a thrice-rinsed platinum blonde leaned out to tell the girl it was time to
go. She climbed in the vehicle, but I had the feeling that it was not
the last I would see of her.
I came to realize that there was no food in the cabin, and I stopped in
at the dated grocery store. At one time, it might have been called a
supermarket, but it had long been eclipsed by the Safeways and QFCs
in other cities. It was small, but it suited most of my needs, and it had
automatic doors. I went in, and bought a loaf of bread, some
mayonnaise, a six-pack of hefe wiezen, and a gallon of milk. It came to
$17. The checker asked me where I was from, and I told her I was a
college student here for the summer. She asked me what my major
was, and I told her Theatre Arts with a specialization in dance. She
gave me an odd look and bagged my groceries.
My next stop was Elliot's Gas Station and Video Mart...