A very fat, robust man with thinning dark gray
hair but heavy sideburns and a bulbous nose with a
patch of redness over each nostril marched in firmly,
nearly knocking into his chair with his stomach. He
had very thick lips and large, dark brown eyes. Brock
Marlowe came in after him, moving far more
gracefully, and he was followed by a rather sternlooking man, about six feet tall with long, thick
pecan-brown hair. He kept his lips tight, drawing a
slash across his angular face.
Our teachers gazed at us and we gazed back at
them. For a moment I wondered what would happen
next. Then Ms. Fairchild appeared at the foot of the
table.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "let me
introduce you to your instructors.
"Mr. Angus Masters, your speech instructor,"
she began, and the bald man across from me nodded
at us. "Mr. Cameron Demetrius, your dance
instructor." she continued. The trim- figured, gentlefaced man smiled wider and turned his shoulders as if
he was scratching his back against a wall. "Mr. Alfred
Littleton, your vocal instructor," she said. The heavy
man opened and closed his thick lips without
speaking. "You already know Mr. Marlowe, your
drama coach, and this is Mr. Leonard Bergman, our
instrumental and piano teacher." Mr. Berman's eyes
brightened a bit, but he didn't change expression and
barely nodded.
She then recited our names and, after our
instructors sat, we sat.
"Everyone settle in okay?" Cameron Demetrius