The Americans have arrived, but they're locked out. In the lobby of the St. David's Performance Center in Austin, Texas, there's a bright-green couch and a coffee table and a front desk where an employee sits, back straight and typing. Through the sweeping glass front wall, the desk assistant and I watch a bus pull up outside. After a moment, the players come striding out in that athlete's walk, the glide in slide sandals both nonchalant and studied. They coast toward the building only to be stiffed at the entrance. A few faces peer sheepishly through the glass, outside looking in. There's a tug or two on the handle, a push—nothing. The door won't open. |
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