Hide And Seek
Lyla jingled the keys on her Pokémon-ring as she wandered toward the store-rooms. Being the prop manager, she had a duplicate set to the three store-rooms. She had chosen the middle one. In her opinion, the middle of anything was often underrated. Or poorly rated.
She sighed the sigh of a middle child as she looked back at the crew buzzing around the stage. Her dork of a manager, Paddick, was cozying up to the main lead in the wings. Though the actress needed the part, she was no fool. Lyla grinned as she saw her casually brushing him off. The woman had some skills.
Meg, the child artist, playing Amy Curtis March in the production’s adaption of Little Women, sat on the floor, oscillating between the script and a fat sci-fi. Since the time Meg had joined the production, which was four weeks back, that was probably her eighth new book. But the kid was a hit on-stage. She wasn’t a twelve-year-old the character required but was close, younger. She was sharp, had her lines by rote, and delivered them with a certain finesse.
Lyla liked her. Sometime in her free hour the previous week, Lyla had indulged herself in a game of monopoly with the kid. For the first few rounds, Lyla had held back and nearly gone bankrupt. When Meg had sucked all the monies, Lyla had played mean. They had poured real bills for a couple of rounds. Both had lost some, gained some. In the end, Lyla’s…
