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Tobias Grant was waiting at the center of the top floor with a rolled towel over one shoulder.
He was a tall man in his fifties, lean the way old dancers stay lean, with silver hair cropped close and a pair of black jazz shoes that looked like something he wore everyday.
"Stage movement," he introduced himself, shaking Von's hand and bowing lightly. "It's an honour, Mr. Varley. I've watched the all your videos about four hundred times, you're really talented."
"Von's fine. What's the plan?" Von cut to the chase without much pleasantries.
"I assess, then we build. An arena is a different animal. Everything has to read from the seats and survive fifty nights without your knees filing a complaint."
Tobias gestured toward the open floor. "I'd like to start basic and find your ceiling. No pressure. Most artists at your level start around a five."
