A month after Recording Day
A month after Recording Day“Wow, that’s a bad storm.” Alyssa shakes her umbrella again, the drops peppering the white floor under her.
“I know, it’s been bad weather all day. I’m surprised you contacted me again,” I say.
“Me too, to be honest.” She gestures to the lonely high chair in the middle of the room. “Just here?”
I nod. “Yes, the camera is already rolling.”
“Brilliant. Is it okay to leave my umbrella open? It needs to dry a little.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Thank you.” She shakes her head, her curls dancing on her back. “Oof, I’m glad to be inside again.”
I give her the time to situate herself and she’s firmly seating on the chair, before I ask my first question.
“Could you please introduce yourself again?”
“Of course. I’m Alyssa.” She pretends to
