Stephanie, the heroine of my sweet romance, Searching for Superman, works at the Rialto--an old regional theater that's being restored. The theater plays an important part in the story. Below is how it is first introduced, early in the book after Stephanie's sister enlists her help in getting a Cinderella character for daughter Sophie's birthday party.
Stephanie considered what to do on the two block walk back to work. She hadn’t the foggiest idea where she could find Cinderella on short notice. A lot of people, Liz included, figured that because Stephanie worked in a theater she had her finger on the pulse of every entertainment venue in upstate New York. Nothing could have been further from the truth. In the first place, the Rialto hadn’t had its
grand reopening. And in the second, she was not the theater director.
She was Conrad Finch’s assistant and her job consisted of answering phones and e-mail, sorting the bills, and bringing Conrad soy vanilla lattes from Starbucks. Like the one she was trying not to spill as she walked.
That is not to say that she didn’t love the Rialto. It was the oldest theater in the Capitol district, though like the rest of the city of Schenectady, it was struggling to make a comeback. Conrad Finch
was nothing if not passionate about making this happen, and Stephanie was proud he’d chosen her to help him. Conrad had a strong vision of someday, when the theater would attract name acts and Broadway road revivals. They would host a regional theater group and maybe they would even show the Metropolitan Opera live on screen as they had in a similar theater in New England last year.
Stephanie could almost see it. Though today, with the cold March wind sweeping stray paper to the curb in front of the marquee,the place looked downright shabby, like a garish old woman who had
insisted on one too many face-lifts.
grand reopening. And in the second, she was not the theater director.
She was Conrad Finch’s assistant and her job consisted of answering phones and e-mail, sorting the bills, and bringing Conrad soy vanilla lattes from Starbucks. Like the one she was trying not to spill as she walked.
That is not to say that she didn’t love the Rialto. It was the oldest theater in the Capitol district, though like the rest of the city of Schenectady, it was struggling to make a comeback. Conrad Finch
was nothing if not passionate about making this happen, and Stephanie was proud he’d chosen her to help him. Conrad had a strong vision of someday, when the theater would attract name acts and Broadway road revivals. They would host a regional theater group and maybe they would even show the Metropolitan Opera live on screen as they had in a similar theater in New England last year.
Stephanie could almost see it. Though today, with the cold March wind sweeping stray paper to the curb in front of the marquee,the place looked downright shabby, like a garish old woman who had
insisted on one too many face-lifts.
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