The Boys in the Mail Room: A Novel by Iris Rainer Dart

Author:Iris Rainer Dart [Dart, Iris Rainer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Hollywood (Los Angeles; Calif.), Motion Picture Industry, Performing Arts, Film & Video, General, History & Criticism
ISBN: 9780688035624
Google: Eu7rOBkjc9UC
Publisher: Morrow
Published: 1980-09-15T07:00:00+00:00

The room was a rehearsal hall that was next to stage 4.

Barry brought Harley and Marty and Yona. Allyn Grant came with Harold Greenfield and his wife, Julia. Danny Kyle was a little nervous and he and the other guys brought their women with them. There were two sound men.

Barry had gone home right after his afternoon meeting with Greenfield to tell Harley the news and to change for the audition. All the way back to the studio in the Mustang, Harley tried to reassure him that everything would be fine.

"Jesus, Harley. My ass is on the line. I've gone over Shmidt's head to the biggest person at Hemisphere," Barry said. "If this doesn't work out, Greenfield will think I'm a putz. If it does, Shmidt will have me killed."

Harley laughed.

"Easy for you to laugh," Barry said. But he was laughing, too. He couldn't believe this whole turn of events.

"You heard the group," Harley told him. "You know they're great."

"What do I know?" Barry said.

"A lot, man. I swear to God. You know a lot," Harley promised.

Now Dawson was tuning his guitar, and they would begin any second. Everyone sat in folding chairs watching the boys expectantly. Everyone but Barry. He stood in the back of the room leaning against the wall. He wanted desperately to look calm. But his stomach hurt, and he was a little queasy. Why the fuck didn't they start already? Dawson strummed a chord. Thank God. Harley's advice to the group had been not to talk. Just to play. Of course that was Harley's style because he was always too shy to talk, but it seemed to be a good idea.

They opened with "Where Do I Belong?" and Barry was sorry he was standing in the back, because he wanted to see Greenfield's face. The music was as good as he had remembered it, and his stomach was starting to feel better. Dawson was charming. He had a sweet voice. The tunes were good.

Barry could see the back of Harley's head. It was nodding to the rhythm of the song. He loved Harley so much. He never knew he could feel as peaceful with another person as he did with Harley. In fact, when he thought back on his life he didn't ever remember there being any peaceful moments like there were now. Always it had been his mother's complaining, or his father worrying, and later there was Mashe's bullying.

At the end of "Where Do I Belong?" the enthusiastic applause from the small group echoed through the big room. Now the group began another song. One Barry hadn't heard. Very up-tempo, and Barry started to worry again that Greenfield wouldn't like it, but when he looked at everyone, they were all moving to the beat, including Greenfield. And then someone, it must have been one of the girl friends of the group, started clapping out the rhythm, and then everyone else joined in. Greenfield and his wife, and Allyn Grant. Dawson was grinning while he sang.

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