The Train To Hyderabad Part 3 (Pls Crit)

On the morning of the fourth day of their stay, as Lugal and Sunny walked down the stairway to the foyer, the receptionist called out to him.

"Excuse me Mr. Shankar. An appointment has been made for you. Mr. Ramoji will see you at ten this morning."
"Today? Isn't that great? Did you say Mr.Ramoji? The great Mr. Ramoji?"
"Oh no Sir. That's his Uncle. You'll be seeing Mr. Sachin Ramoji, Producer at Sun Valley Motion Pictures."

At about 9:45, the couple reported at the Sun Valley desk where they were politely welcomed and asked to sit down. Twenty minutes later, the main door was opened and in the doorway stood a smiling middle aged man with greying temples. He held out his hands towards them.

"There you are. Come in and let's talk showbiz. Welcome to Sun Valley Studios. The finest film company in the world."
As Lugal passed him he patted his shoulder and said "hey, I'm just kidding but we do our beat. We always look for that something special here."

Once they were seated, he looked from the one to the other as if he was sizing them up.
"So you two are dance partners? I mean do you work together?"
Lugal immediately held out his hands towards Sunny.
"Sir, we only met recently but she's a superstar of the future. I call her Sunny-devi because she's born to be great. In fact, she's my inspiration. I had to tell you this."

Lugal rose to his feet and looked earnestly at the older man.
"Sir, instead of all this talking, why don't I rather show you something. Once you've seen it, we can discuss whatever you like."
The producer smiled, put his hands behind his head and leant far back.
"Hey, I like that. They say action speaks louder than words. So let's see some action. Go for it. The floor is yours."

Lugal went to one end of the room and after flexing a muscle or two, ran forward, did a complete cartwheel and leapt high up into the air to land with one foot on the seat of a leather upholstered chair and with the other foot on its back rest.
He tilted the chair backwards gently enough for him to land, perfectly balanced, on the other side.

As he spun around, he was able to see, right on cue, the secretary enter the office carrying a tray filled with cups and other tea things.
When she saw Lugal's antics, she gave a little scream and let her glasses fall into the sugar bowl.

Undeterred, Lugal dashed forward, scooped up the try just before she dropped it, did a few turns and then placed the tray gently down on the desk of the astounded producer.
In Lugal's eyes he saw only dutiful politeness.
"What will it be Sir? One lump or two?'
Then he picked up the glasses, cleaned them with a tissue and returned them to the still shocked secretary, with a polite bow.

Mr. Ramoji looked at her with some sympathetic understanding.
"It's OK Mrs. Singh. That will be all. Please don't worry. Everything is perfectly under control here."

As he turned to leave, he spoke to her again.
"Another thing, Mrs. Singh. Please cancel all the other auditions. Tell them that they'll all be fully compensated.
I think that I've found what I've been looking for."

PS
You may wonder why I've written such a flamboyant way out story. For me Gather is a place of learning. To learn, I must extend myself...to my utmost. Once I know what my limits are and I've explored the widest range of avenues, I'll settle down and write what I'm meant to write...but hopefully the reader will always sense that there are many arrows of versatility in my quiver. Here and there in my works, they will sense the freedom of my spirit.

What I'm trying to say is this. If you've climbed high mountains and swum in deepest pools then surely walking along the plains has a greater significance for you?

There's another matter. Should your book be considered on day for a movie, you'll find that the studio will rewrite parts of it to enhance what they call cinematographical effects.
Like the kites in the Kite Runner.
I'm just trying to prepare the way for them.