Wings had had enough sitting at his desk, hunched over and soldering like there was no tomorrow at the computer he was building. The windows had been open as was the door, allowing for a killer draft to come though. Cold and tired of squinting, Wings made his way down to the theater, where he wanted to be anyway. As much as he wanted to finish the computer, he would very much rather be on the stage.

And there he was now. There was no one in the theater, which was just fine. He had a monologue due at the end of the week, so he figured he’d start blocking it while he was here. so, to be Adam! The first man on earth!

“Well, she had one theory remaining about the colossus: she thought that if… if she? If she could tame it, and make it friendly, we could use it in the river as a bridge. Turned out he was pretty tame after all, for her anyway. Um… he came out and followed her around like a pet mountain. Like the other animals. They all do that. Wow, I am really bad at this monologue.” Pulling out the paper from his back pocket, he sat on the apron of the stage and read over the highlighted lines again, the work-lights being just enough light for him to see the printed words.

Wings turned quickly as he heard applause, blinking owlishly though the thick lenses of his goggles he was wearing. He hadn’t thought anyone was in the theater, and now that he knew differently he quickly stuffed the script back into his back pocket and stood up, trying to see who was out there. He didn’t see anyone, so he wasn’t sure if he was just imagining it.

“Hello?” Oh! Hey, there was someone out there after all. A girl. Okay, that works. “Hello. Sorry, didn’t see you out there. You an actor? Were you the one out there listening to me blather?”


He didn’t know his lines yet, so it was a little embarrassing to have someone listen in on him right now. He did need help on it, but this probably wasn’t the time to do so.

Ah, now he could see her very clearly. Good, good. Taking her hand, he gave it a friendly and hearty shake, smiling happily.

“Well, that’s very kind of you. Thank you very much for that, it was much needed. I’m afraid I’m not the kind that knows how a line should be said. Sanga, Wings Sanga. Actor, director, set builder, and all around American geek. Pleased to meet you Sid.”

Good kid. She had that feel about her. She was defiantly theater material. The hair, the makeup, the piercing, even the way she sauntered around. She was something to consider for a play at some point.