Frankee was peeved. "Mark, you just added two cartwheels and one somersalt. The star of the show is a singer not a kid, Mark. Weave the extra dancers in and out and make it interesting. Those 'extras' are lousy dancers. the girls can't even even do triplets. Use your ex girl friend with the big boobs. Please Mark you nagged -- kept nagging me to come to Gatlinburg . I think its rude and wrong that you never take Martha Graham's classes these days!"
Mark chuckled. "Frankee, I dont need to--believe me, I know everything there is to know about Martha's technique. And yesterday when we finished re-choreographing, everything was perfect."
"Please Mark, get the extras cartwheeling --I'll see the show tonight and head for New York and then Spoleto-- got a idea for the Spoleto Festival--James Agee--ever hear of him? Agee said, "We're talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, the time I lived there so sucessully disguised to myself, as a child..."
(note to reader--author Em hasn't conquered all the blogger's rules--if the words get spaced weirdly, expert assistant (Shareen Mitchell) will re-do the typing!)
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