I hope this “how a novel is constructed if you’re a complete weirdo” course is helping someone out there. Even if it’s only the novelist’s equivalent of “What Not to Wear.”
So anyway, I just thought of something. What if Ari has just sat down from the Karaoke stage and has taken her bows (she could sing something that’s easy to sing) and answers the phone JUST in time for it not to switch to voice mail, and then the trouble she has hearing is because of a trio of girls singing “Twist and Shout” or something? Do people hate karaoke? Do readers hate characters who sing karaoke? Maybe the first line could be funny like that . . . about how she knew she was off key, but she couldn’t do a thing about it.
Or would that be too silly?
I really have to work on the new LJ Idol entry pretty soon . . . and I have an audition tomorrow at 1 PM to play for the manager of Fry’s. (I was going today at 4, but there was such an awful storm that Mama had an asthma attack and I called to change the appointment.) I still suspect there either won’t be any $ or there’ll be minimal cash, but at least I get to try out the piano in the audition. I suppose this means I should practice tonight. I’ve almost lost “Reverie” from my fingers because it’s five minutes long and I never play it through any more (and no one knows what it is, besides that, and they think it’s Enya!) . . . but I can do the “easy” Beethoven sonata (op. 49, no. 2, I think it is.) Or some of those jazz tunes. They might go for the cocktail piano sound.
But I need to polish up this opening, too. [spraying Pledge] [coughing because it’s the lemon-scented stuff]