“Yeah, Craig, what the hell happened?” he yelled back up. “Did it slip from your fingers?”
“No. I was stage left when I noticed one of the Leko lights looked…off kilter. By the time I got to it…hell, Jimmy, that thing could have done some serious damage. Everyone okay?”
“Seems to be. The chair took the brunt. Whyn’t you come down, take a look at the light.”
“Right, sure.”
While Jimmy waited for the house electrician to make his way down, he noticed Gareth Fitzroy had just taken up beside him. His arms were wrapped around a shaking body, telling Jimmy all he needed to know. He’d gone inward, in self-preservation mode.
“My God, that chair is where I spend most of the show,” he said. “It could have killed me.”
“Looks like you’re going to need a new one.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?”
