Addison was on the set of the 1880s Mississippi Delta vignette when she heard Tom Jenkins approaching. With him walked the actor for the new 1950s Chicago music review show.
“Addison, this is Paul Charm. I want to go over the transition to the reviews.”
Addison nodded. As the director of the theatrics, she’d need to touch base with all of the shows and apprise them of Tom’s plan.
“Simple, really…” Tom smiled. “At the top of each hour, the PA will chime. Then, all of the actors will transition to some sort of shutdown… ’Gotta go change the widget in the gadget…’ At the same time Paul takes the stage… dim spot light… Video plays on the screen, but no audio… 5 after, the show trailer runs… then Paul goes live…”
Addison nodded. “I’ll make sure the widgets and gadgets get passed out.”
Tom held up his phone. “On hold with the caterers about the dinner show on Saturday… When will Emma be back? I want to get in touch with that homeless program she works with. I’m sure they are partnered with a shelter… I want to find out how many people sleep there on Saturdays and have the caterer deliver meals there, too. Plus deliver anything left over from here.”
Addison shook her head. “Not sure about Emma. Shelter meals… I like that.”
“Pay it forward, you know…” Tom smiled.
“Oh, yeah, I know…”
Tom pointed at his phone and started walking away, lifting it to his ear.
At that, Paul Charm said in a crisp, London accent, “Well, Addison Magee, where is that sweet little Emma?”
Paul backed away in the direction of his stage as Addison answered. “Virginia Beach. Something came up.”
“Right then… Well, now, we’ll just have to catch up later. I’m sure we’re going to be very close… Spend a lot of… time… together in the weeks to come.” He smiled and winked.
Addison laughed. “Is that so? Why on earth do you think that?”
Paul looked back over his shoulder, a wry smile beaming. “Because we have the same birthday.”
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