I'd come here straight from the airport.
I figured I'd get this over with so I could either spend my time looking for a place to live if I got the job, or, seeing the sights if I didn't. "Some coffee would be great."
I checked out the office. It seemed this company was small but made money. Joe had the look of someone who did too many jobs and now was able to afford to pay someone to take a few of them off his hands.
I'd also talked to Bobby. He told me that the company was in the middle of some changes that were going to make it "big time."
Thatās why I came here. I wanted to become big time. I am sick of being nickel and dimed-- of watching people who had less talent than me dance on PBS-- while I'm doing jerk-off dances to make a living. This is the prime time.
The cold made my knees throb.
Maybe this place has benefits so I can get them fixed.
Assistant choreographer is a start.
But, as the t-shirts say, what I really want to do is dance.
That would be a rush. To dance again.
The coffee came and I took a sip.
It wasn't a Hugo special that's for sure. I wonder what heās doing right now? Probably getting hit by the mid-afternoon rush.
It's weird. I like those guys in spite of myself.
"Mike?"
"Huh?"
"Long trip?" Joe asked. "You seemed to have just zoned out there."
"Yeah," I said. "It was a long flight. This coffee is waking me up."
"What I was saying was that I need someone to teach the new dancers. I also need somebody to find talent for me. Your job in the beginning would be that. Find the new blood and train them to do things our way."
"So, I wouldn't be Assistant Choreographer?"
"Not right away."
"I see."
Joe stood up. "Look Mike. I'll tell you the truth. I need to see if I can trust you. Some people think I'm wasting my time with you. They say you're a drunk."
"I am. I mean I was. I'm sober."
"One day at a time, Mike."
I paused. "You too?"
"Yes," said Joe. "So what do you think? Are you interested in this job?"
