Cinema-City: Woman in Red

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated diary-like account of a Hollywood-cabbie (Amlan Satan) whose magic-encounter with a 'gorgeous' woman-in-red leaves him in a state of distance(s).

A vignette about Hollywood 'dreaming' inspired by The Woman in Red (Gene Wilder). Hope you like,

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Sunny Hollywood feels 'cool' to the touch at sunset, and people drive-by in their cars/taxis/limos and take-in the 'aura' of cinema-city (or 'Tinseltown') and wonder about the 'magic' behind the storyboarding that evokes our psychiatric comforts and media-life (really).

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a cabbie in Hollywood (Cali). I drive around my taxicab and take-in the various passengers/travelers/citizens who wish to receive a nice/comfy ride in my well-driven yellow-car, and I consider myself a spiritual 'mechanic' of tourism. However, my life's about to change (I'm not certain if that's for the better, though).

I got a Polaroid camera (classic!) on eBay on my b-day (birthday), June 13 (strange/unlucky date, I know, since sometimes it falls on Friday the 13th itself!). I was driving my taxi around Hollywood with my flashy new Polaroid-camera and taking instant-photos, taking a 'spiritual vacation' from my iPhone over-use (and its own handy-dandy well-known photo-feature/app!). I took Polaroids in my cab while driving around cinema-city when I took notice of a strangely beautiful 'woman in red' walking down some stairs at sunset!

I had to take an instant (photo-Polaroid) of this 'woman in red' walking comfortably down these Hollywood sunset stairs that day in my yellow-car (cab). I noticed her amazing figure and visage and took note of her flowing thin-silky/shiny hair and unusually interestingly 'attractive' face and body. I took about 10 Polaroids of this 'woman in red' before getting out of my cab to ask her if she'd be willing to take a 'free-joyride' in my taxi, which she consented to 'accept' as a gift. We made love!

I went home that night drunk as Hell and sat down on the bench of my affordable apartment studio-upright (Kawaii) piano and started composing a piano-'tune' in honor of the amazing 'woman in red' whose photo-Polaroid moved me to 'make love' to her. I never asked her what her name was, because all that was important that day in cinema-city was the 'lyric(s)' of serendipity...and brain-focus!

PRIEST: What 'troubles' you, my son, good 'cabbie' of Hollywood-city?
ME: The 'Irish Republican Army' of course, Father!
PRIEST: Are you being flippant with me, my good man?
ME: No, excuse me, Father; forgive me, I've been having a brain fever of late.
PRIEST: Really?
ME: You see, Father, I've encountered and 'made-love' to this amazing woman-in-red.
PRIEST: You 'witnessed' this 'vision' while in your Hollywood taxi-car, my son?
ME: Yes, Father; I was taking Polaroids of cinema-city in my cab that day when I 'beheld' her!
PRIEST: What'd you notice in God's special creation, my good son?
ME: I'm a drunk, Father, not a 'good son' but claim some 'spiritual' awakening in my brain here (now).
PRIEST: Proceed, good man!
ME: I feel like my entire 'brain' has been transformed (somehow).
PRIEST: Do you play music?
ME: I composed something in honor of this loving 'woman-in-red' the night I met her, Father.
PRIEST: Excellent.
ME: I want to marry her; I've been studying the impact of music/lyrics/emotion...on the human brain!
PRIEST: What have you learned, good man?
ME: This woman-in-red is the brain-cure to the modern 'malaise' of traffic-IQ depression, Father.
PRIEST: Depression, son?

ME: I want to be a 'psychology-of-love' scientist...or poet!

PRIEST: You should write a short-story on the brain-feeling(s) of love's strange uncertainties!

So, after consulting with my Catholic priest in cinema-city, I decided to go to the medical-center and have my actual human brain 'scanned' for brain-patterns/activity/waves while I 'dreamt' of this woman-in-red I 'encountered' that sunset-moment in cinema-city! I paid the bill, half-insured thank goodness, and the scientist-on-staff informed me, "You're having unusually excitable brain-wave patterns, and it seems it's either because of some sudden 'sugar-rush'...or perhaps some 'emotion-distance' which requires you to relax...maybe just unwind and watch a movie, good man."

One year later, I took a temp-position as a Hollywood (Oscars-night!) limo-driver and took some/multiple 'celebs' of cinema-city to the 'Big Night' of movie-laurel(s), and I noticed all the gorgeous 'stars' and some were beautiful ladies-in-red (gowns!). It was like a big-city modern retelling of Gone with the Wind. I was overwhelmed. However, this was nothing like the 'woman in red' I 'made-love' to just one year go (though I wondered if she might make a 'screen-story' date!).