Monica and Gloria soon found Sean. It didn't take long to convince him to let them to have the jobs. They were left alone after speaking to him backstage. Monica and Gloria looked at each other. They took off to see and introduce themselves to Alan. About five minutes later, they spotted Alan and headed toward him.
Alan looked up to see two women heading toward him. He was a little cautious because he had never seen the women before, but he smiled warmly anyway. He just hoped they weren't crazy fans that had gotten past the security guards.
"Hello ladies, what can I do for you?" he asked, tipping his hat. He gave a charming smile. Monica and Gloria smiled and blushed.
"Well, my name is Monica and I'm your new assistant manager. And this is Gloria, your new hair and make-up artist," Monica explained. Alan smiled and shook each of their hands.
"Welcome to our humble team. My name is Alan if you haven't figured that out yet. We're off tonight, but you'll need to come back tomorrow morning. You're welcome to look around and meet everyone," Alan said.
"Thank you," Gloria said. Alan smiled and tipped his hat once more before leaving the two alone once more. They watched him retreat back into his dressing room.
"C'mon, let's go meet some other people," Monica announced.
"What about Alan?" Gloria asked.
"He won't be leaving for awhile. We can get acquainted with everyone else until then," Monica said.
"Ok, I'm going to go meet the other make-up artists," Gloria said.
"I'll meet you back here in an hour," Monica said as she smiled and walked off toward Sean to talk to him. When he saw her, he smiled and walked up to her.
"Hey Monica. How's your first day?" Sean asked her.
"Fine. Everyone seems nice," Monica replied.
"Ok, good. Can you take this to Alan?" Sean asked, handing Monica a paper, "they're the songs he's singing and the order.
"Yeah, sure," Monica said.
"Thanks," Sean said. Monica walked off and stopped in front of Alan's dressing room. She knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," she heard Alan call. She opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her. Alan looked up, smiling.
"Hi Monica. What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Sean asked me to bring this here," she responded, handing him the paper.
"Oh, the songs for tomorrow," he said, more to himself than to Monica.
"So, how many fans are expected for tomorrow?" Monica asked. Alan looked a little uncertain.
"Uh...I think Sean would know a better answer than I could give," he explained.
"Probably in the thousands, judging by tonight's performance," she stated.
"That would be great," Alan said laughing. Monica also laughed. Monica looked around the room. Her eyes came to rest on a picture on a table by a large mirror. It was a woman, no more than twenty-five with long, black hair with bangs and blue eyes.
"Is that your wife?" Monica asked, nodding in the direction of the picture.
"Yeah. Her name is Dawn. She is from New Zealand. By the way, I noticed your accent. Irish, isn't it?" he inquired, his head tilted.
"Yes, it is," she answered his question.
"It's beautiful," he said, smiling flirtatiously. Monica blushed.
"Thank you," she said. Alan stood up and grabbed a duffel bag, heading for the door.
"I'm sorry to run out, but I have a date with my wife," Alan explained.
"That's ok. Have fun!" Monica called to him as he walked away. He smiled, and then walked away. Monica stared after him, curious how she was supposed to help him.
Alan looked up to see two women heading toward him. He was a little cautious because he had never seen the women before, but he smiled warmly anyway. He just hoped they weren't crazy fans that had gotten past the security guards.
"Hello ladies, what can I do for you?" he asked, tipping his hat. He gave a charming smile. Monica and Gloria smiled and blushed.
"Well, my name is Monica and I'm your new assistant manager. And this is Gloria, your new hair and make-up artist," Monica explained. Alan smiled and shook each of their hands.
"Welcome to our humble team. My name is Alan if you haven't figured that out yet. We're off tonight, but you'll need to come back tomorrow morning. You're welcome to look around and meet everyone," Alan said.
"Thank you," Gloria said. Alan smiled and tipped his hat once more before leaving the two alone once more. They watched him retreat back into his dressing room.
"C'mon, let's go meet some other people," Monica announced.
"What about Alan?" Gloria asked.
"He won't be leaving for awhile. We can get acquainted with everyone else until then," Monica said.
"Ok, I'm going to go meet the other make-up artists," Gloria said.
"I'll meet you back here in an hour," Monica said as she smiled and walked off toward Sean to talk to him. When he saw her, he smiled and walked up to her.
"Hey Monica. How's your first day?" Sean asked her.
"Fine. Everyone seems nice," Monica replied.
"Ok, good. Can you take this to Alan?" Sean asked, handing Monica a paper, "they're the songs he's singing and the order.
"Yeah, sure," Monica said.
"Thanks," Sean said. Monica walked off and stopped in front of Alan's dressing room. She knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in," she heard Alan call. She opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her. Alan looked up, smiling.
"Hi Monica. What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Sean asked me to bring this here," she responded, handing him the paper.
"Oh, the songs for tomorrow," he said, more to himself than to Monica.
"So, how many fans are expected for tomorrow?" Monica asked. Alan looked a little uncertain.
"Uh...I think Sean would know a better answer than I could give," he explained.
"Probably in the thousands, judging by tonight's performance," she stated.
"That would be great," Alan said laughing. Monica also laughed. Monica looked around the room. Her eyes came to rest on a picture on a table by a large mirror. It was a woman, no more than twenty-five with long, black hair with bangs and blue eyes.
"Is that your wife?" Monica asked, nodding in the direction of the picture.
"Yeah. Her name is Dawn. She is from New Zealand. By the way, I noticed your accent. Irish, isn't it?" he inquired, his head tilted.
"Yes, it is," she answered his question.
"It's beautiful," he said, smiling flirtatiously. Monica blushed.
"Thank you," she said. Alan stood up and grabbed a duffel bag, heading for the door.
"I'm sorry to run out, but I have a date with my wife," Alan explained.
"That's ok. Have fun!" Monica called to him as he walked away. He smiled, and then walked away. Monica stared after him, curious how she was supposed to help him.