Sharpe My Musical

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-5439-4751-9
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 396 Seiten

Mild mannered Broadway producer director Eric Swanson finds himself entangled in web of international intrigue. The kidnapping of opera star Diva Annette Finichino changed his life forever. A mix up during the kidnapping of Annette resulted in Mr. Swanson being taken captive as well. What happened next was an outpouring of pure love and friendship. A group of friends willing to risk whatever it takes embark on a mission of mystery and danger to save one of their own. Travelling half way around the world and crossing International borders, the motley group of rescuers turn up many unexpected results. The only constant in the whole unfolding affair is......FRIENDSHIP LASTS FOREVER.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Sharpe, Wayne

Leseproben

Chapter one   COLD AND ALONE   There I was downtown Cincinnati stark naked, I didn’t know what to do. Dropped in an alley downtown at three o’clock in the morning does not leave me with many options to ponder. A red flashing light from a nearby intersection provides intermittent rose coloured lighting inside the alley. Reflecting off the orange brick walls and yellow trash bins a surreal disco long forgotten could be imagined in the changing shadows. This could be a set for a musical on broadway. Yes I can see it now, flashing red and offsetting yellow lights in a random monotone pulsing rate. The mood would build stronger and stronger using percussion instruments, metal garbage can lids, sticks and bottles. Intensity reaches into the high levels and just before the crescendo everything goes completely dark, ink black for one half second. First lights then BOOM a massive crescendo winding down. All performers then rushing to their final stage places as the curtain falls. A cool early morning breeze though reminds me I have more pressing problems. Finding some old clothes in this trash pile is my first priority. Then getting back to the studio so I can pop my good friend Chauncey Charvois in the chops is next on my to do list. A stack of garbage bags were piled beside the metal refuse containers. Walking across the dry pavement was a challenge for Eric with his soft feet. Eric Swanson was not one to walk barefoot anywhere. As a result the soles of his feet were soft and pasty white, the very same as the rest of his body. Eric’s hair was long and yellow blonde, although massive thinning was taking place. Seeing his reflection off a service door window during the intermittent red flashing lights produced another enlightening thought. A fragile figure would be centrepiece to this broadway show. A skinny figure powder white from head to toe with flowing red hair blowing wildly. With eyes of deep sadness Eric thought and large white ears. Another breeze reminds Eric he is naked and in an alley, vulnerable to the many bigger city dangers. Then he sees the shadow of someone approaching. The shadow small at first grew across the alley as the person stood at the sidewalk looking in. Immediately struck with fear Eric crouched low beside a pile of garbage bags. Peering over the pile Eric thought “my goodness this guy looks a wild animal.” Acting unlike any sane person would this large man continued his approach, getting closer and closer. Eric crouched low holding his breath while watching this obviously dangerous individual. Chauncey when I get my hands on you you’ll pay, thought Eric under his breath. Closer and closer the man continued his advance toward Eric who was hiding behind a pile of plastic garbage bags. As he progressed along the row of garbage this person acted as wild as he looked. Screaming like someone insane and swinging a large stick he was still coming forward. Poking his stick into a pile of garbage this crazy man scared a rat out of it’s hiding spot. Trying to escape the scared rat scurried across the alley. He made a bee line for safety under the metal refuse container Eric Swanson was crouching beside. This wild and crazy man jumped into the air with his large stick held high. Yes supper, come here you little tidbit. Chasing a poor frightened rodent across the poorly lit alley this crazy person looked even more crazy than before. With reckless abandon he swung his large stick wildly while froth spewed from his mouth. This maniac tried four or five times to flatten the poor fleeing rodent but narrowly missed it every time. The rat made it to cover, or so I thought as this madman kept coming. Like rolling thunder the crazy street person ran full speed at the escaping rodent. Safety was seemingly reached as the rat disappeared under the dumpster. What happened next amazed and scared Eric even more than he already was. The raving lunatic running at full speed jumped head first at the escaping rat. Eric watched as this insane individual dove like a baseball player stealing home base. With both arms outstretched he slid reaching both arms under the dumpster. His arms reached under the container right to the armpits with his face pressed against the metal container. Suddenly this wild individual turned calm with a large smile appearing behind a dirty beard covered in spittle. Sitting up slowly this crazy madman pulled his arms from under the filthy garbage box. With a look of great accomplishment covering his obvious insanity the man stood up holding the rat by the tail. His very large stick was held high in one hand with a squealing and squirming rat held high in the other. Tonight I eat, tonight I will have a full belly. Still holding his prize the crazy man looked down and made eye contact with Eric. The man seemed shocked to see Eric and his demeanour changed yet again. He dropped the rat mindlessly keeping complete focus on Eric saying “spy…..you are a spy.” I knew I was being spied on. I hate spies, I will kill you all. Why are you spying on me? “I’m not a spy” Eric protested weakly. “LIAR” the man screamed in a booming voice that sent chills down Eric’s spine. Bringing the large stick down forcefully on the plastic garbage bags hiding Eric he again said “LIAR.” I know you are a spy and I will kill you NOW. Towering over Eric with stick held high the crazy street person started to giggle. An insane squealing sound came from him and saliva was dripping from his mouth “NOW YOU WILL DIE.” With obvious intent this deranged individual brought his stick down with great force towards Eric’s head. Eric screamed in a high pitched girly sound “no….please no”. With the speed of someone hitting a home run the large stick came down. Narrowly missing Eric’s head the lethal weapon came down smashing into the asphalt with enough inertia to break the large stick in half. Knowing this was the end Eric was now sobbing and shaking with fear. With hands covering his eyes Eric waited for the inevitable end. Peering between his fingers Eric looked up to see what looked like a different person standing over him. The psychotic man with obvious evil intent was gone. Instead standing before him was someone giving a warm smile that seemed genuine. Crouching down this evil street person extended his hand toward Eric. Looking past the filth and scraggly beard Eric looked into the madman’s eyes. In those eyes he saw someone who looked very sane and compassionate. I apologize if I frightened you Mr. Swanson. I am a method actor and I not only play my part sir, I live it. Yes sir I do know who you are, I was well briefed by Mr. Charvois on what role was assigned to me. CHAUNCEY…..YOU WORK FOR CHAUNCEY? New energy raced through Eric’s being, “Chauncey when I get my hands on you”. Then Eric’s mood changed again and he stepped back from this street person. Remembering the performance he just witnessed Eric just stood there not knowing what to say. Then with a large smile Eric began clapping loudly. BRAVO BRAVO, man that was a performance fit for royalty. With left at his back and right hand with palm toward his mid section Eric’s attacker bowed gracefully. I thank you sir, coming from someone as yourself makes it a huge compliment. When you pulled that rat out from under the garbage dumpster I thought for sure you were insane. The large rugged looking street person started shaking fiercely. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead and upper lip. After a moment of what looked like someone trying hard to overcome an emotional breakdown, the man spoke. You see sir I have a deep seated fear of any rodents of any kind. And rats are at the top of my fear list. To be honest with you sir I detest the little beggars. Well you certainly didn’t show it, I was absolutely convinced. Please forgive me, what is your name? My name is Tram Perton sir and again I apologize for scaring you so but I agreed to play a part and play a part I did. You most certainly did Tram, you scared the daylights out of me because you played your part superbly. Believe me Tram you most definitely have a part in my next musical on broadway if you want it. In fact I will talk to Chauncey about offering you a full time position in our troupe. We are always looking for new talent, and you my friend most definitely have talent. Well thank you Mr. Swanson, I was hoping you would feel this way. To be perfectly honest Mr. Charvois told me to consider my part to be an audition for your approval. Well consider yourself hired my friend you have the job. If my good friend Chauncey is still alive and breathing when I get through with him, that is. A cold rush of air reminds Eric he is still naked. The air feels much colder now that Eric is covered in beads of sweat from his recent scary experience. Again sir I apologize for your fright but my car is just around the corner. If you will allow me to I will drive you back to the studio now. Yes Tram I would very much appreciate that. Then I will take care of my good friend Chauncey. Eric’s mind was now consumed with the musical he now imagined. Walking out of the alley he was silent and deep in thought. At the sidewalk Eric turned around and stood there silently looking back into the alley. Taking in a panoramic view of the alley Eric added props with his mind’s eye constructing silently in his thoughts what the set would look like. Another gust of wind brings Eric back to reality and he instinctively rubs his arms with the palms of his hands. Yes Mr. Swanson the night air has quite a chill in it tonight. We should get back to the studio now or you will catch your death in this cold. The only...