'That's right. And I didn't really know her. It was an improv workshop led by Kelly Greer, two hours every Thursday afternoon in a second-floor studio on upper Broadway. She did a scene, two people waiting for a bus, that I thought was pretty good.'
'Was she close to anyone in the class? Did she have a boyfriend?'
'I really don't know any of that. I can't remember ever having an actual conversation with her.'
'Did you see her after you got back fromBaltimore ?'
'Baltimore?'
'I thought you went there for two weeks to be in a play, and that was why you couldn't do the reading.'
'Oh, Seesaw,' she said. 'That wasn't two weeks inBaltimore , it was a week inLouisville and a week inMemphis . At least I got to seeGraceland . After that I went home toMichigan for Christmas, and when I got back toNew York I fell into three weeks of work in a soap, which was a godsend, but it took care of my Thursday afternoons. By the time I was free again there was an opening in one of Ed Kovens's classes, and I'd been wanting to study with him for a long time, and I decided I'd rather do that than more improv work. So I never did see Paula again. Is she in some kind of trouble?'
'It's possible. You said her teacher was Kelly Greer?'
'That's right. Kelly's number's in my Rolodex, which is on my desk inNew York , so that's no help to you. But I'm sure it's in the book.
Kelly Greer, G-R-E-E-R.'
'I'm sure I'll be able to find him.'
'Her. I'd be surprised if Paula's still studying with her. You don't usually stay in the same improv workshop forever, it's usually a few months and out, but maybe Kelly will be able to tell you something. I hope Paula's all right.'
'So do I.'
'I can picture her now, groping her way through that scene. She seemed— what's the word I want?
Vulnerable.'
Kelly Greer was an energetic little gnome of a woman. She had a mop of gray curls and enormous brown eyes. I found her in the book and reached her at her apartment. Instead of inviting me up she arranged to meet me in a dairy restaurant on Broadway in the low Eighties.
We sat at a table in front. I had a bagel and coffee. She ate an order of kasha varnishkes and drank two tall glasses of buttermilk.
She remembered Paula.
'She wasn't going anyplace,' she said. 'I think she knew it, which put her ahead of most of them.'
'She wasn't any good?'
'She was all right. Most of them are all right. Oh, some of them are hopeless, but most of the ones who get this far have a certain amount of ability. They're not bad. They may even be good, they may even be fine.
That's not good enough.'
'What else do you need?'
'You need to be terrific. We like to think it's a matter of getting the right breaks, or being generally lucky. Or knowing the right people, or sleeping with the right people. But that's not really what does it.
The people who succeed are superb. It's not enough to have some talent. You have to be positively bursting with it. You have to light up the stage or the screen or the tube. You have to glow.'
'And Paula didn't.'
'No, and I think she knew it, or at least half knew it, and what's more I don't think it broke her heart.
That's another thing, besides the talent you have to have the desire.
You have to want it desperately, and I don't think she did.' She thought for a moment. 'She wanted something, though.'
'What?'
'I don't know. I'm not sure she knew. Money? Fame? That's what draws a lot of them, especially on the West Coast. They think acting's a way to get rich. It's about the least likely way I can think of.'
'Is that what Paula wanted? Money and fame?'
'Or glamour. Or excitement, adventure. Really, how well did I know her? She started coming to my classes last fall and she kept coming around for five months or so. And she wasn't religious about it.
Sometimes she didn't show up. That's common enough, they have work or an audition or something that comes up.'
'When did she quit?'
'She never quit formally, she just ceased to appear. I looked it up.
Her last class was in February.'
She had names and phone numbers for a dozen men and women who had studied with her at the same time as Paula. She couldn't remember if Paula had had a boyfriend, or if anyone had ever picked her up after class. She didn't know if Paula had been especially friendly with any of her classmates. I copied down all the names and numbers except for Virginia Sutcliffe, to whom I'd already spoken.
