Chapter 15 A bag full of ball dust Part 1

It’s time for another meeting. This one is to give us information on how to survive Italy. Today’s meeting will take place at one of the condos in Guanahani Village. The Casting Director and Power Suit will be running this meeting. As we all crowd in with our normal “over it” attitude. 

Power Suit and The Casting Director are at the main table in front of us. "Remember to bring a rain coat and rain booties" says Power Suit as she pulls and eye pencil across her lower lid. "It got awful wet when we were there" she continues, "The streets of Venice flood all the time and I almost ruined a pair of shoes."' She laughs at this. “Imagine?” I think to myself a city built on water, flooding, truly astounding!” I also imagine that she was at a 5 star and we will be at a no star. The bathrooms will probably be flooded all the time in our hotel.

We are told what to bring and what not to bring. Some of these things run the gauntlet from sensible to absurd. "Bring Advil, but don’t bring drugs"' says Power Suit jabbing the air with her eye pencil for effect. The Casting Director quickly jumps in with several suggestions; Power Suit shoots him a sideways glance not happy about being interrupted.

"We will be staying in a four star hotel"' he says forcing a smile that shows yellowing teeth. “And be aware that the mail service really doesn’t exist there, so we will receive all your mail and send it on to you.” There is an audible groan from the cast.

The meeting goes on and on and information really isn't given to us, not the information that we need, it’s more about packing tips supplied by Power Suit. For some reason she is trying to be all sunshine and lollipops today. Maybe its so the Casting Director can be the bad guy for a change. “

We will wire all your money electronically into your accounts, until we take possession of the product" says the Casting Director. Another groan from the cast as a hand shoots straight up. "When will that be?" the person attached to the hand asks. "I’m not really sure", says the Casting Director. He looks at Power Suit and sweat begins to form on his upper lip. She shakes her head slowly from side to side as if to say “You poor dumb fuck.”

More hands shoot up and more questions get asked, they are being rapid fired in his direction. The Casting Director begins to look deflated from all the questions, not to mention the tight lipped unblinking stare he is getting from Power Suit. She has said little since her last tip about making more room in your luggage by rolling up your clothes.

Power Suit reaches across the table in front of the Casting Director and with one finger taps his briefcase. A smile crosses her face and she looks directly into the crowd."Now let’s get down to business"' she says, I have another contract for you to sign.

to be continued.........
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