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impatiently.
‘So this is the second day of our course.’ I grinned, deliberately sidestepping the obvious question and trying to lighten my mood after the early morning, intense conversation with Orlando. ‘Let’s hope we learn something interesting.’
‘So, in the flesh…?’
‘What? Who are we talking about? Oh, you mean Jack Kane!’
She blocked the doorway, desperate for details. ‘Come on, Tania, quit fooling. After you and Orlando got through Security, how close did you get to the main man?’
‘This close.’ I teased her by showing a distance of about four centimetres between my thumb and forefinger.
‘Jeez! Really? That close!’
‘Jack sat on the same sofa, right next to me.’ I couldn’t help laughing at Macy’s expression – a mixture of amazement, envy and disbelief.
‘Where were you? How come? What did he say to you?’
‘We were in his trailer with Natalia. We met his kids. Then we spoke with the screen god himself.’
‘Oh my God, Tania! His trailer! Are you for real?’
‘I know – totally cool, huh?’ At first I’d planned to play along with Macy’s hero worship of Jack Kane only for a short time, before I gave her the real picture, alcoholic warts and all. But as we got deeper into the conversation, I found I was in no hurry to smash her precious dream into sharp, nasty little pieces. It was her face that stopped me – so shiny, bright and full of little-kid wonder beneath the kohl and mascara – that I knew it would be too cruel.
‘So what did Jack say?’
‘He asked our names. Yeah, and then he offered me a role in the movie.’ I threw this in casually, knowing her jaw would drop still further.
‘Tania, no! Didn’t I tell you that would happen?’
‘I said no.’
‘You said no! But you have a great face for the screen – so photogenic.’
‘I told him we were only in town until Monday.’
‘B-b-but … you’re missing a chance in a million – you know that.’
‘I guess I wasn’t thinking straight,’ I said, still trying to keep up the illusion.
‘And close up, was he drop-dead, you know, gorgeous – even hunkier than in his movies?’
Luckily at this point I spotted our lecturer, Adrian Ross, heading down the corridor. Here was my escape from a game that was getting out of hand. ‘Jack was … unbelievable,’ I told Macy as I stepped by her into the classroom.
And one over-the-moon Jack Kane fan followed behind with her dream intact.
By coffee time both Macy and I had had our fill of Adrian’s two major topics for the day: abstract art house movies and East Village grunge flicks. We stood in the small, sixth-floor lobby next to the elevator, close to the Coke machine.
‘So what are you doing for Christmas?’ My question was a time-filler before we returned to the classroom for more grunge.
‘I don’t know yet. I haven’t decided.’ Macy looked down and fiddled with the ring-pull on her Coke can.
‘I’ll be in Bitterroot with Orlando – Christmas and New Year.’
‘You’re lucky. I don’t have anyone like him in my life right now.’
‘So you’ll spend time with your family?’
‘No family either,’ she muttered. ‘My dad left home when I was eight. My mom died.’
‘Oh, Macy, when?’
‘January this year.’
‘That’s so sad. I’m sorry.’
‘Hey.’ She threw her can into the trash with a sudden movement. ‘I still have Mom’s house, so at least there’s a place to call home after I’m done with New York.’ She looked up at me with a defiant tilt of her head. ‘No pity, please. I’m totally fine where I’m at in my life – free to visit with friends, free to study.’
‘That’s cool,’ I agreed. But all through the next session I was distracted by the sad thought of Macy home alone on Christmas Day.
I stuck with her as the lecture finished and the classroom emptied out. ‘Come for coffee,’ I told her, pressing the elevator button and hearing it whir between floors.
‘No – you
‘So this is the second day of our course.’ I grinned, deliberately sidestepping the obvious question and trying to lighten my mood after the early morning, intense conversation with Orlando. ‘Let’s hope we learn something interesting.’
‘So, in the flesh…?’
‘What? Who are we talking about? Oh, you mean Jack Kane!’
She blocked the doorway, desperate for details. ‘Come on, Tania, quit fooling. After you and Orlando got through Security, how close did you get to the main man?’
‘This close.’ I teased her by showing a distance of about four centimetres between my thumb and forefinger.
‘Jeez! Really? That close!’
‘Jack sat on the same sofa, right next to me.’ I couldn’t help laughing at Macy’s expression – a mixture of amazement, envy and disbelief.
‘Where were you? How come? What did he say to you?’
‘We were in his trailer with Natalia. We met his kids. Then we spoke with the screen god himself.’
‘Oh my God, Tania! His trailer! Are you for real?’
‘I know – totally cool, huh?’ At first I’d planned to play along with Macy’s hero worship of Jack Kane only for a short time, before I gave her the real picture, alcoholic warts and all. But as we got deeper into the conversation, I found I was in no hurry to smash her precious dream into sharp, nasty little pieces. It was her face that stopped me – so shiny, bright and full of little-kid wonder beneath the kohl and mascara – that I knew it would be too cruel.
‘So what did Jack say?’
‘He asked our names. Yeah, and then he offered me a role in the movie.’ I threw this in casually, knowing her jaw would drop still further.
‘Tania, no! Didn’t I tell you that would happen?’
‘I said no.’
‘You said no! But you have a great face for the screen – so photogenic.’
‘I told him we were only in town until Monday.’
‘B-b-but … you’re missing a chance in a million – you know that.’
‘I guess I wasn’t thinking straight,’ I said, still trying to keep up the illusion.
‘And close up, was he drop-dead, you know, gorgeous – even hunkier than in his movies?’
Luckily at this point I spotted our lecturer, Adrian Ross, heading down the corridor. Here was my escape from a game that was getting out of hand. ‘Jack was … unbelievable,’ I told Macy as I stepped by her into the classroom.
And one over-the-moon Jack Kane fan followed behind with her dream intact.
By coffee time both Macy and I had had our fill of Adrian’s two major topics for the day: abstract art house movies and East Village grunge flicks. We stood in the small, sixth-floor lobby next to the elevator, close to the Coke machine.
‘So what are you doing for Christmas?’ My question was a time-filler before we returned to the classroom for more grunge.
‘I don’t know yet. I haven’t decided.’ Macy looked down and fiddled with the ring-pull on her Coke can.
‘I’ll be in Bitterroot with Orlando – Christmas and New Year.’
‘You’re lucky. I don’t have anyone like him in my life right now.’
‘So you’ll spend time with your family?’
‘No family either,’ she muttered. ‘My dad left home when I was eight. My mom died.’
‘Oh, Macy, when?’
‘January this year.’
‘That’s so sad. I’m sorry.’
‘Hey.’ She threw her can into the trash with a sudden movement. ‘I still have Mom’s house, so at least there’s a place to call home after I’m done with New York.’ She looked up at me with a defiant tilt of her head. ‘No pity, please. I’m totally fine where I’m at in my life – free to visit with friends, free to study.’
‘That’s cool,’ I agreed. But all through the next session I was distracted by the sad thought of Macy home alone on Christmas Day.
I stuck with her as the lecture finished and the classroom emptied out. ‘Come for coffee,’ I told her, pressing the elevator button and hearing it whir between floors.
‘No – you
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