“My favorites are Right Hand Man, Cabinet Battle #1 and Guns and Ships. Right now. It’s always changing. And no, I can’t say I’ve seen it. Which is too bad! But you could show me pictures of your sets sometime, if you wanted to.” Jonas says, smiling as he lifts up another box – this one significantly heavier than the last, but he swallows the breathy groan of surprise before she can take it as a reason to decline his help (and she doesn’t deserve to have to do this all by herself) – and follows behind her. “You could show me pictures of those sets sometime. I’ll be here as often as you are, and I’m sure we’ll find the time.” Thing is, Jonas hasn’t met many people like her before, not outside of his own house, people that make him feel instantly at ease around them. He has a good feeling about Heidi.
And he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the afternoon with her, but then people start pouring into the theater. He recognizes people from the auditions, and then director Darbus and some other people he vaguely remembers, the woman who rewrote the play to make it doable with college students and on a college fund, the co-director, people from the drama faculty. They start setting up for the table read, so Jonas finishes up with the carrying of the heavy things and wipes his palms on his pants. “Let’s go find our spots,” he says, walking with her into the spacious theater and the tables on stage. Then, when he spots his name card from afar, he tips his head at Heidi and goes to sit there, between the actress for Angelica Schuyler on one side and the actor for Aaron Burr on the other.
the few last utensils, rolls of wallpaper and a stack of tied together playbill drafts are scattered over the worn carpet directly in front of the stage ------ then actors are entering in chattering grouplets of familiar faces. the remaining objects are quickly gathered and piled into her arms. most of the actors intimidate her. their loud mouths and urgent necessity to be seen usually have her retreat into the comfort of the scenery depot as quickly as possible. ( it’s a SHYNESS stemming from years of forced seclusion, that turned into voluntary solitude. ) jonas’ prompt to find their spots confuses her, because there is no seat reserved for her. there never is. each semester, she listens to darbus’ introduction speech, shakes a few official’s hands, then goes to work on first drafts to show them to the director and co-director after the table read.
her eyes follow him over the stage, where he sits down amidst those loud-mouthed stage hogs --- and doesn’t stand out like a sore thumb. ( only now and with distance stretched between them, she realizes he is too BEAUTIFUL to be a stage hand or assistant. ) mister darbus begins with his monologue by clearing his throat. while he oozes practiced charm, heidi quietly puts down the objects and sinks into one of the spare chairs beside the table. the name cards are somewhat readable from a sitting position and her attention fixates on making out what is written on his card. to her disbelief it says alexander hamilton. the leading role. she blushes, bows her head and hopes to be allowed to leave as soon as possible.
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