Interview the First.

This morning was the first of what I well beleive to be a long, enlightening, reavealing string of interviews.

At around 9:30am, I dropped by my dad's place to deliver the tripod and offer my backpack as additional inventory space. He would bring along and man the cam-corder, you see. In a few minutes, after a last check on our tools, we were off to the front of the Guerrero house.

The butterflies in my tummy were getting the better of me in the car.

We rushed up to the Guerrero, and said hi to Sir Alex. The audience for this morning's show were just about to enter the theater. My father calmly looked around for handy outlets and a spot with good lighting around the area; I scroured the place for two monobloc chairs. It was 10:00am; we knew Sir Floy could come right up those steps any momment then. any momment.

Fifteen minutes.
Any momment now.


Thirty minutes.
Konting hintay na lang, absolutely any minute now.

Thankfully, sir Manny happened by; he knew about today's interview, and what time it should have happened. He said hello, and asked what was happeneing so far. Soon as he learned, he fished his phone out of his sling bag and texted... er, something. a few minutes after, someone who introduced himself as Floy Quintos' highschool batchmate came up to us and asked if we were waiting for the same person. We came to know him as Sir Nick, and it looked like my Dad and he knew someone in common. Ah.

We both soon found out that Sir Floy had been stuck in a situation. He had just found himself inconvenienced of a driver, and said if he still found himself driver-less by 11am, he would hail himself a taxi.

So we waited some more.

Papa soon got the idea of having a veggie-pizza deleivered from Domino's to the Front of House. Why not? we were beginning to feel a little peckish, and some pizza never hurt anyone.

Mmm. Hot pizza. We both hadn't had pizza this good in a long time, and soon as it arrived, we fell on it with glee, munching to our heart's content in the Front of House. Let them watch, we were gonna have a big day ahead of us, soon as our quarry stepped up from the stairs.

After pizza, Papa took to the second floor AS corridors, looking for a suitable Arts Studies classroom to make sir Floy comfortable and block out the outside street noises for better audio. Thankfully, the janitress recognized Papa and let him use Room 221.

and sir Floy came up, in a slim black shirt, pants, black patent leather shoes, a studded leather belt, and brown-framed smoky shades. and a few apologies for his lateness on the side, but hey, the main thing's he's here, and that's what counts.

We three headed up to Room 221, and after a quick set-up, we began the interview. Sir Floy did work with Papa some time before, so I discovered, and mistook Papa for perhaps another friend of his who had planned to buy land up in Baguio.

Anyway.

The camerea rolled. The questions rolled. Theme for the interview? "There's no great shakes", Sir Floy would often say. Sir Tony and he were good friends, so there's no great shakes with how they worked. It was really a give-and-take thing; he's been around in theater long enough to understand and live that. When the play's concerned, with him it's always first to put his ego aside and do what's best for the play.

The interview was over in a quick fifteen minutes time.

He wasn't really a profile-person, in the sense that he didn't list or write down his achievements or so. And as his answeres reflect, he's not so much into details as he is for what works. Papa said the way he answers also reflects the way he thinks. I guess that's true for most people.

After a quick pack-up, Papa and I headed back to the car, and we both had sorbetes on the way out to PHILCOA. Truth is, Papa would have wanted to have fishballs by the college of Music, if only he didn't have so much work to do.

we contented ourselves with remeniscing old memories of picking me up from school at Grade two and three, crunching on our liquid-icecreamed waffle cones.