Private Dick, Chapter 26A Story by Michael StevensMore Oren Trough!The following may be grammatically incorrect, to highlight the main character's lack of smarts! Also, what do I look like, an editor? I’ve got a hot case. An actor for the Greater Seattle Acting Group, or, GAS, has hired me to investigate why he didn’t land the coveted role of Cassie Sims, in the highly-anticipated stage production of ‘Dudes and Babes.’ I suspect it’s because he’s got a five-o’clock shadow, and his legs are very hairy, but I cleverly didn’t mention that maybe it’s on account of his being a dude.
So, I decided to
attend opening night and go backstage afterwards.
I was seated in my seat (no, in someone
else’s!), and the curtain rose, to show a dude, although his hair was so long,
it was hard to tell, sitting in a chair, with a cardboard sign hanging around
his neck, proclaiming him Duke Fraser. If I had any doubt who he was, the
first words out of his mouth were,
“Hi, I’m Duke
Fraser.”
Wow, what a
winner this play ought to be! Then, a girl appeared on stage, also with a
sign around her neck, proclaiming her to be Cassie Sims. I’d say my
client got aced out of the part by about 38DD. I mean, these babies were huge!
Cassie Fraser was speaking, but to tell you the truth, I didn’t hear a word;
dialog, smyalog. I heard her say,
“Hi, I’m
Cassie Sims,” but not much after that. She might have been the greatest
actress since sliced bread, but I wouldn’t know; I couldn’t get my eyes to move
up to her face.
******
It turned out that it
was a good thing she was well-endowed, because the play blew. Without the
jiggling distraction, everybody would have left. I mean, this play
screamed, “Looosseerr!”
After the
curtain rang down, I made my way backstage. The actress playing Cassie
Sims was speaking to a man wearing the pompousness of importance like a suit of
armor. After watching Cassie bounce up and down for quite a long while, I
cleared my throat. It failed to get their attention, so I coughed a
little louder. Still no reaction on their part. They continued
talking like I wasn’t staring at them. I could have waved a red flag and
jumped up and down, and I doubt they’d have even noticed. I got
pissed, and really hawked up a lung. Finally, they stopped talking, and
the self-important little troll of a man turned towards me and
said,
“Can we help
you? Maybe with the sound of that cough, we ought to call a doctor?”
I somehow
managed, “No, that won’t be necessary; a boulder just went down the wrong
pipe.” To tell you the truth, I had cleared my throat so long and so
loud, my eyes were watering, and speaking was difficult. “I’m a private
investigator, and you are?” I asked in the direction of the little man.
He relied, “Mac Treadway, the
director.”
“And these--err--this must be the
talented (said talent started somewhere below her chin and above her stomach!) Arcadia Crest.
Quite a performance!” Or, at least it would have
been, until she ruined it by speaking!
“Yes, that’s right; always glad to meet one of my fans,”
and she turned her cheek like I was expected to either kiss it, or punch it. I
cleverly guesses the former.
“Mr. Treadway,
I was going to ask you why you chose Miss Crest to play the part of Cassie
Sims, but I won’t insult your intelligence by asking you that,” I said, staring
at Arcadia Crest’s--err--twin talents. “Instead, I’ll just congratulate
you.” For
having the balls to call this goiter a play! I thought to myself.
“Err, Thank
you.”
I got the
impression Mr. Treadway was used to handing out thank you’s like Halloween
candy; often, and it was cheap.
****** I returned to
my office, and called my client with both the bad news, and the bill. At
first he was angry, but then I told him he had captivating eyes, and would have
made a fine Cassie Sims. Yeah, if he could sprout a
pair of 38DD’s.
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