Brian Tames The Lion
Brian was glad to be away from the Blood Basket, the violence and the less than perfect living arrangements. But he was also glad to have learned the lessons in managing a theatre, dealing with actors and the intracies of power and the use of it taught to him by the gang. His new apartment suited him and he liked being in charge of a good professional theatre
He was now sitting behind his desk as the new general manager and artistic director of The West Coast Stage Company. There was vibrancy and an exciting future in the air around the place. A new grant had been awarded to it from the state and a matching grant from Albany Shipping. At the annual meeting a week ago he had been unanimously endorsed by the new Board of Directors who had approved of his ideas for the season and for his desire to include students from the local schools in the plans for expansion. The retiring board had wished him great fortune and said any of them would be available for a chat at any time. Cobwebs were being blown away and old ideas were being replaced by new ones.
He was going over the schedule when he heard a woman’s voice say “I don’t need one, thank you.” As she spoke the door to his office opened and a beautiful middle aged woman came in. She closed the door behind her and said “Brian Sim?”
“Yes” he replied. “It’s Sims.
“Come over here and bring your papers. I’m Sylvia DeLanne.”
(To be continued.)