All Conlin ever wanted to do was own his own theater. Live acts. Vaudeville. He’d be the emcee. The spotlight. The energy. The fun.
And now he has it.
L’Aornum Theatre. Sure, the century-old building’s a work in progress, but the location ain’t bad. Portland’s cultural district is filled with the strange, with people who appreciate weird and are happy to pay for live entertainment. It’s got a lively pool of local performers too. No one name-brand, maybe. But a roster to fill the bill. Enough to make a solid start at any rate.
Imagine his delight when he found out that one of the hottest and most mysterious up and coming acts of recent years had not only resurfaced but had moved out of Los Angeles and was looking for a new theater to call home. He made an offer, certain the woman wouldn’t come north and take a chance on him.
But she did. And all of a sudden Conlin’s theater had a headliner.
All he needs now is some more money to continue fixing up his theater and, most excitingly, to start producing his own full-length show. He’s already started planning the costumes.
Fortunately his new star has brought along some fans who apparently like to travel—and have deep pockets to boot.
I’ll tell you about the most intriguing one tomorrow.
Megan Bledsoe 