Post by Norah Byron on Aug 10, 2012 23:57:40 GMT -5
[norah]She nodded. "Just give your name, they'll point you toward me. I'll take care of you." It sounded very blithe and dangerously cheery, but in time it was proven that she was actually as good as her word. She hadn't been kidding about knowing how to work these parties, and Norah guided Charlie through it easily and smoothly.
She did, as promised, introduce him to a number of the dancers and singers, but when Charlie seemed a little alarmed by the earthy directness of performers at a non-press backstage party she deftly retrieved him and instead ended up guiding him toward a group of slightly more sedate guys from several of the other bands, all of them closer to Charlie's age than hers and who were sitting around with beers and plates of barbecue talking cars, sports, and eventually (with a little discreet nudging from Norah) horses. It turned out that four or five of them had been raised on either farms or ranches and a few deft conversational bumps turned the whole thing into telling 'no shit, there I was' stories about rural life while the rest of the party bumped and swam around them.
When Charlie insisted on taking off around two, Norah sent him off with a kiss to the cheek, a copy of her real card (the one with the phone number and email address that she actually used) and a standing invite to come see a show any time he was close enough to a performance. Then she bounced off with as much energy as she'd had when she met him twelve hours earlier, though she actually ended up going back and rejoining that mellower group of guys talking about how hard they'd had it and how badass it made them. It was a nice break from the usual rounds, and as had already been proven Norah was of a nature to find something to be pleased about in almost any situation.[/norah]
She did, as promised, introduce him to a number of the dancers and singers, but when Charlie seemed a little alarmed by the earthy directness of performers at a non-press backstage party she deftly retrieved him and instead ended up guiding him toward a group of slightly more sedate guys from several of the other bands, all of them closer to Charlie's age than hers and who were sitting around with beers and plates of barbecue talking cars, sports, and eventually (with a little discreet nudging from Norah) horses. It turned out that four or five of them had been raised on either farms or ranches and a few deft conversational bumps turned the whole thing into telling 'no shit, there I was' stories about rural life while the rest of the party bumped and swam around them.
When Charlie insisted on taking off around two, Norah sent him off with a kiss to the cheek, a copy of her real card (the one with the phone number and email address that she actually used) and a standing invite to come see a show any time he was close enough to a performance. Then she bounced off with as much energy as she'd had when she met him twelve hours earlier, though she actually ended up going back and rejoining that mellower group of guys talking about how hard they'd had it and how badass it made them. It was a nice break from the usual rounds, and as had already been proven Norah was of a nature to find something to be pleased about in almost any situation.[/norah]
