Shyanne passes a tip to the driver just before stepping out of the car, allowing herself a moment to stretch. A part of her was still questioning why she was even entertaining this. She had made enough of a name for herself as a director that she hardly had to accept an offer as an assistant director, let alone when the offer came from one with no credibility or experience in the business.
That was the woman who had contacted her. Directly. Through her personal number no less. Bombarding her DM's with a plethora of attachments. She had half a mind to block the number and never even think about it again.
But curiosity had won over in the end and she gave the files a once-over. And even Shyanne would admit that she was impressed; Moxine had sent her samples of the musical she had finished. Three different pieces of music, sections of the script, a recording of her performing a dance number. All of which she proudly–and repeatedly–told Shyanne she made on her own.
So, she decided to test the waters, she contacted Moxine and asked a few cursory questions to gauge her commitment. What are your expectations of this play? Do you have any estimate for the budget? What size do you want the crew to be? And to her surprise, the girl didn't seem to be as out of her element as she had expected.
Long story short–it led to this, a meeting at a café to iron out the details. She had told Moxine to not get her hopes up, claiming she was still undecided on whether or not she'd be willing to work under a novice. But the truth? She was very eager to get the project off the ground. It was one thing to buy the rights from an established play and perform, but a whole different matter to create one from the ground up.
Sure, Moxine was the one who made it. Which meant, yes, the rights would be held solely by Moxine. But that didn't mean Shyanne wouldn't benefit from the project if it impressed the right people. Rubbing shoulders was the key to the industry after all.
So there she stood, in front of the café, cradling her phone as she contemplated messaging Moxine. Perhaps it was an option to go in and wait for her but she wanted to send the right message; Moxine was the one who should be waiting on baited breath for her. Plus, she would look like a bumbling fool if she went in with her head on a swivel searching for someone else. The people in there would look at her like was some desperate girl terrified of being stood up. Which she most certainly was not. As a matter of fact, this wasn't even a date. And, to be honest, if it was, Moxine would be the nervous one. Not that it was a date. That would be–
Shyanne jumps so badly that the phone almost leaps from her hand as she fumbles to catch it. Once she does, she rests one hand on her chest to soothe her racing heart as she looks around to ensure nobody bore witness to her display. Only to find that one in particular certainly had.
The girl was seated right in front of the window, laughing with her head thrown back, without a single care towards the people in the café staring at her sudden outburst. Shyanne found a certain degree of vindication that Moxine was being judged for her behavior. It was only fair. At least now they were both being mocked.
She allowed herself a moment to regain her composure as checked the notification from her phone. Oh, a message from Moxine.
Oh, that was embarrassing. How long had she been standing there? It only felt like a moment but maybe it was a few minutes? Was it too late to leave? Moxine would hardly take her seriously after that display after all. Besides, she wouldn't be damaging her reputation if she simply walked away from this meeting. She had all the power here after all.
Ding! Another message. Thankfully, she didn't get scared again.
Sorry for laughing lol I'll buy u a coffee
A stupid gif of two cats cuddling soon follows the message.
Cmere already =( I'll get u a muffin too
She finally looks up from her phone and back towards Moxine at the window. She's dabbing tears from her eyes with a napkin as she holds her other hand up and wiggles her finger as greeting towards Shyanne.
Well… hard to say no to a muffin.
