Summerstock -The interview

I feel terrible. I missed a day. Oh well, I'll make it up. Just not today. Today, more adventures with the bizarro summerstock.

It was 10:45 am, and I was at Greenstem Park. It wasn’t a very big park, more like a strip of land that hadn’t been claimed yet – there was about ten trees, two park benches and something that could be called a pond if one was feeling generous. Nobody went there unless they wanted privacy. I felt pretty confident that the only other person going to come by was my interviewer. Well, maybe a drug dealer, but that was just a bonus. I sat down on one of the benches to wait.

About ten minutes later, someone else entered walked into the park. She was about average height, a bit on the chubby side, with frizzy brown ringlets. She was wearing a pink v-neck sweater and black slacks. She scanned the park for a few seconds before her eyes landed on me. Her mouth pursed, as if she wasn’t entirely sure if I was the right person, but I stood up and started walking towards her. That seemed to make up her mind, she smiled and joined me.

“Hello, you must be Sophia. I’m Marta. I’m the production stage manager for Darkwoods Summer Theatre.” She held out her hand, and I shook it. Motioning to the bench I just vacated, we sat down.

“Yes, but I go by Sophie, I’m very glad I could meet you.”

“Me too. So Sophie, tell me about yourself.” And so the interview proceeded. Marta asked all of the normal interview questions – my background, experience, education, strength, weaknesses, blah, blah, blah. I think my answers were good, although I fumbled a bit over one or two questions.

“So, why did you decide to apply for Darkwoods?”

“I saw the notice, and well, I figured that summer stock would be a great experience for me. Besides, to be completely honest, the fact that you’re paying, and there’s room and board on top of that, makes the whole thing a lot more attractive.”

She smiled. “I can appreciate that. I have to tell you, you aren’t the usual sort I get for an assistant. Usually… well, they aren’t really right for the job. I finally told the director that this time I needed a real person to help me out and he seemed to agree. Tell me, have you worked with anyone with… umm… special… umm… abilities?” She seemed really uncomfortable with the question, as if she was trying not to be rude or something, but with such urgency that I was taken aback.

“I once worked on a production of Big River with deaf students. I know some sign language, not a lot though. Is that what you mean?”

“Kinda.” Her brow screwed up, and after a few moments, “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

Now that was a really odd question. I laughed. “Well, supposedly there’s a ghost in my college theatre. I’ve never seen him, but any odd noise was supposedly George.”

“You went to CLU?”

“Yes. Why, did you go there to?”

“No, but I, well, know somebody who did.” She murmured vaguely. She brightened though. “Well, that seems to be all the questions I have for you. Do you have any for me?” I shook my head. “If you do, feel free to e-mail me.” She stood up “It was very nice meeting you. I’ll let you know what I decide in a day or two.” I stood up as well and shook hands. Without another a word, she was gone. Well that went well. Strange, but well.