Wandering the Maze

Lydia arrived half an hour early for her first day with Terrance. The doorman at his building offered to call up and announce her but being embarrassed about getting there too soon she declined, opting to walk up and down Park Avenue with the excuse of looking for a coffee shop. After 20 minutes of strolling without locating a barista, she bought a blue cup

Male-Mother, May I?

Lydia knew to ask Simon for permission before committing to a part-time job assisting a producer. “Is it okay if I take the gig, Simon? He only needs me like twice a week…” “I don’t know, Lydia…” “Please, Simon. He said it’s flexible. I can leave for auditions and he’ll pay me with cash.” She knew Simon would like that. He was always telling her,

Cinema Non Veritas

Lydia was late to arrive at the club- by at least an hour.  “Where were you?!” Simon demanded as she entered his office. “I’m so sorry, honey. The show started late. And then we ran late; everybody did extra time. The crowd was hot. It was awesome! They were so much fun. I went over I didn’t mean to they were just so good! And

Trust the Process

“What exactly did she say?” Simon asked Lydia as she shut the bathroom door. “Ugh, hon! I already told you on the phone!” she yelled as she turned on the shower and began removing her clothes. He opened the door. “I don’t want you to have to yell,” he said. Lydia sighed as she stripped off her shirt, “She said it’s a ‘process’ and I

Angels and Anarchists

Lydia was thrilled! The bar owner asked her if she wanted to produce her show every week instead of monthly. “Kizzy, he said he wants me to produce every Sunday night!”  “Congratulations, baby! That’s awesome!” “I’m going to be able to give more spots to people. I’ll get so much more stage time! And guess what?” “What?” Kizzy said with a smile Lydia could hear

The Night the Lights Went Out in Jersey

“You were flirting with him!” Simon yelled at Lydia as he drove. “Simon, I wasn’t flirting with him,” she responded, looking out the window. “We were talking.” “No! You were flirting!” The headliner at the club this weekend was a super funny, friendly guy whom Lydia thought was great. She hadn’t flirted with him. She hadn’t even considered having sex with him. She just liked talking to

The Pain of Not Growing Pains

It was well after midnight when Simon arrived home from the new club in Jersey. Lydia was half-asleep when he entered their bedroom. Simon turned up the dimmer switch and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be right out of the shower. I need to wash tonight off me, Babe,” he said. “Something bad must’ve happened,” she thought. Simon rarely bathed at night. Lydia was

Watch You Don’t Swallow

Simon brushed his teeth as he entered the bedroom. Too enthusiastic to wait, he tried to keep the toothpaste in his mouth and not swallow as he spoke. “I’m just saying, Lydia, I think I found my club! I want you to see it tomorrow night. If Kizzy hadn’t been such a cooze, I’d invite her to see it, too.” It had been a couple

One Night Out

There was a hot booked open mic that happened once a month at a funky Uptown spot. All the new and newish comedians wanted to do it. When Lydia and Cody were scheduled to appear on its October line-up, Simon and Kizzy went with them to the show. The four grabbed a booth in the back of the room. Simon immediately ordered drinks. Lydia was

Bottomless Bully

Kizzy suggested a new place on the Lower East Side for brunch. Lydia arrived early, put her name on the waitlist, and grabbed a Bloody Mary at the bar. This had been a long week of fights, flights, and funerals; the pre-breakfast cocktail was especially refreshing. She dug her notebook from her bag and started sifting through her scribbled thoughts until Kizzy showed. She didn’t