“It may inspire little Judy,” Irene began and then stopped. “What was the other ad?” she asked. “Why were you so angry about it, Mr. Lenz?”
“An old man’s temper,” he replied. “Don’t mind me, and good luck with your show tonight.”
CHAPTER VIII
The Witch’s Curse
“I’ll need more than luck if anything is wrong in the film department,” Irene said later when they were back on the studio floor.
She was worried about something. Judy could see that. She took the seat Pauline was saving for her. Flo was already seated next to Pauline with Clarissa occupying the chair next to the aisle. An usher was seating people in every available place.
“No empty seats! No empty seats!” he kept on repeating as the crowd surged in.
Two pedestal cameras were stationed directly in front of the curtain where Irene stood waiting. At one side, mounted on a large three-wheeled platform, rode the man who operated the mike boom. The man on the dolly was sitting in his funny little seat with the operator ready to raise or lower him.
The hands of the big studio clock over the exit door moved slowly toward the hour of seven. The camera men and the boom man, all wearing headphones, stood ready before their equipment. The floor manager also waited for the directions he would receive through his headpiece.
“All set?” asked the announcer.