“Angela is running ten minutes behind. Is that okay?” A perky blonde receptionist asked. I nodded and felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter around even more. I’d gotten the call for a second interview with Angela Shiflett, who was in charge of human resources for the Virginia Opera and Richmond Symphony. I glanced around the waiting area, wishing the interview could be over with already.
For the first time in what seemed like forever I felt confident. They wouldn’t have called me back for a second interview if they hadn’t liked my work. I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair and took in my surroundings. The receptionist was typing away on a computer, and across from me was an office surrounded by glass walls with floor to ceiling blinds. I was about to pull my phone out to chec
