So we drive into the Perry-Mansfield camp. And this is like a real camp folks. Dirt roads. Cabins. Nature. The whole bit. We go a little too far and who should we see first thing? Yup.

Redhead.

She was standing at the top of a knoll, a soft breeze gently ruffling her hair, the scent of strawberries delicately wafting on the wind.

Okay, so actually she was walking down a dirt path, the wind was minimal at best and, since she had just emerged from the camp cafeteria, I’m guessing strawberries was not the smell that lingered about her. Anyway, then we drove back down the hill and she was gone again. Only to reappear in the tiny theater in which our first reading took place.

Of course, our first reading was supposed to take place last night… but tiredness, a madcap coffee break, two gungho police officers, and an elk the size of a Mini Cooper kept us from our destination until 1 am. No lie.

Anyway, I had a small moment when I first saw her. Something like a shocked arm clutch and an utterance of “It’s Redhead.” Then again when she walked into the theater. Apparently, the thought that appeared to be going through my brain was thus - “If I don’t move, she won’t notice I’m here. Blend in the wall. Blend in the wall.” I don’t remember actually thinking any of this, but subconsciously… maybe.

Tonight, when we go back out for our choreography showcase, I do suspect we will see Redhead again. Now, if only I could remember how to speak sometime between now and this evening.