We begin this episode at Tasha and Wesley’s apartment. It’s 9:30am and Wesley wakes Tasha up with her favorite breakfast on a platter.
Wesley: Good morning beautiful.
Tasha: (Smiling and stretching) Good morning baby…what’s all this?
Wesley: Just a little somethin’ for my lady. Let’s see you’ve got French toast, turkey bacon, one egg over easy and some pink grapefruit juice.
Tasha: Wow! What got into you? This is so sweet!
Tasha leans over to give him a long kiss.
Wesley: Damn baby! I need to make you breakfast more often! Seriously though, I had something I wanted to say to you.
Tasha: Oh lawd! I knew it! I knew my dream was a premonition! (She buries her head in her hands) Oh God!
Wesley: Open your eyes baby. Listen to me.
Wesley picks up his acoustic guitar. He stares deep into Tasha’s eyes and starts to play. She starts to cry and he starts to sing. “If anyone, should ever write my life story for whatever reason, there might be….aw you’ll be there, between each line of pain and glory, ‘cause you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Tasha: That was beautiful Wes. I feel like such a fool. I don’t deserve you.
Wesley: No, the reality is…I don’t deserve you. Do me a favor and look under your pillow.
Tasha: (In a curious voice) Okaaay….
She gasps as she discovers a pale pink ring box. She slowly opens the box and discovers a large Topaz surrounded by diamonds on a white gold band.
Wesley: Tasha McAllister, would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Tasha Eastfall? I want to spend everyday of the rest of our lives together …as husband and wife. I love you girl.
Tasha: Yes! Yes! Of course I will! (She throws her arms around him and his guitar).
They both cry as they share a long embrace!
Wesley: Do you like it baby? Is the ring okay?
Tasha: I love it, it’s perfect! Everything is perfect! I have to call my mama, my cousins, my Sorors and…wait a minute Wes. Should we be doing this right now? I mean, I’m still in Undergrad and only working at the Community Center part-time and your teacher salary isn’t enough to pay for a wedding. I suppose I could ask my daddy to help but…
Wesley: Baby listen, do you think I would have asked you unless I had everything figured out? I wanted to tell you this as a surprise but, Gabby and her mother offered me a contract at Silver Records! Can you believe it? They offered it to me two days ago and we did the signing at The Spot last night. They gave me a $50,000 signing bonus too!
Tasha: Wow…they did? This is, this is…great. So, you’re going to continue working at Parkland right? I mean, when do you get started on the album?
Wesley: Well, I told them that I didn’t want to leave my job until the summer. We’ll start work right away though. I know how you feel about Gabby and I understand. I had an entertainment attorney look over the contract and it’s solid. This is my dream baby and I really want to share it with you.
Tasha: Okay, I trust that you know what you’re doing. I just want you to be happy and cautious. She’s my sorority sister and I know her Wes. We spent three years in very close quarters and I’ve never known her to not have an ulterior motive. But, enough about the drama let’s celebrate our new life! Now get out while I get myself together! You’re taking the future Mrs. Eastfall to lunch so we can discuss our wedding plans!
Wes: Oh, I am huh? You didn’t even finish breakfast!
Tasha: I know! That’s why we’re going to get some lunch. Now, get out!
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We venture to the campus of Bontemps University. Auditions are being held in the Nina Simone music auditorium for the Annual Faculty and Student variety show. Professor Hill is backstage having a conversation with Peyton …
Professor Hill: So, Peyton, what are you doing after your audition? It’s sort of weird to have a Saturday with no committee meeting huh?
Peyton: Tell me about it. I knew that this committee was a busy one but, not this busy! I know the show is going to be great this year. We’ve all worked hard. What am I doing later? Well…I really hadn’t thought about it. I guess I’m going back to my apartment to study…I’ve got finals in three weeks. Gotta stay sharp!
She drinks from her water bottle and steps closer to the stage to listen to Justice sing his rendition of “You and I” by Stevie Wonder.
Professor Hill: (In a low tone) He’s good isn’t he?
Peyton: Yes, he is. I would be worried if they didn’t let everyone in the show! It was smart of you to suggest accepting everyone as long as we got to screen their performances.
Professor Hill: Yeah, that way we can be inclusive and careful too. So, um it’s my birthday and my friends are throwing me a cocktail party tonight. I know you said you need to study but, I would love for you to come. I have invited the entire committee. It’s at 8 o’clock.
Peyton: Your birthday huh? How old are you? I think I see a gray hair! Just kidding I’d love to come. Should I bring anything? Text me the address.
Professor Hill: You’ve got jokes now? I understand, I see how you are. For your information, I’m 28. No need to bring anything just bring yourself. You could bring a gift. You know, if you wanted to. (He chuckles)
A few hours later, Peyton arrives at the gathering. She brought a bottle of Sauvignon for Professor Hill’s gift. She takes a quick look in her make-up mirror and knocks at the door. Professor Hill answers.
Professor Hill: Peyton! I’m so glad you could make it. (He turns to the guests) Everyone this is Peyton!
Guests: Hi Peyton!
Peyton: Thanks for the introduction. I brought you a bottle of red wine….
Professor Hill: Thank you, that was really kind of you. Let me chill this, uh, make yourself at home.
Peyton looks around at the lavish furnishings, the elaborate crown molding and the ornate staircase. She is awed at how beautiful his home is.
Karrisa: Hi Peyt! How you doing girl? This place is nice right?
Peyton: Hey girl. This is nice. I was really surprised when Prof. Hill invited me.
Karrisa: Really Peyt? Get real.
Peyton: Can you stop calling me Peyt? I hate that! And what do you mean get real?
Karrisa: At every committee meeting he is staring at you. Plus, he’ll run and open the door for you, pull out a chair for you or even fix your plate when we have refreshments!
Peyton: No, he’s just chivalrous. You’re going way too far with it. As usual! I mean even if that were the case, he’s a professor and I’m a student.
Karrisa: Uh huh. You’re not his student! It’s so obvious that he’s feelin you. Let him look at me the way he looks at you…I’ll put him between two pieces of white bread and take a bite!
Peyton: (She laughs out loud) Girl, you are too much for me.
Professor Hill: Hello ladies are you enjoying the party? Excuse me, Peyton can I see you for a moment?
Karrisa: Well, that’s my cue. See ya later Peyt!
Peyton: (She walks away rolling her eyes) Bye Karrisa.
Professor Hill: I know you’re into music and I wanted to show you my record and concert paraphernalia collection.
Peyton: Oh, Professor Hill, I hate to steal you away from your guests on your birthday. Maybe we can look at it some other time?
Professor Hill: Please, we’re not at school…call me Gregory.
Peyton: Okay…Gregory, don’t you think it’s rude to leave your guests?
Gregory: Not at all, they have plenty of spirit and spirits to keep them company.
They walk down the hall to his music room. The walls are covered with framed concert posters and black and white photos of Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Miles Davis, BB King, Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross and many other artists.
Gregory walks over to his record player and starts to play “Don’t Explain” by Billie Holiday.
Peyton: (Looking through the shelves filled with vinyl records) This is amazing. If I had this collection, I’d never leave home.
Gregory: What’s even more amazing is how beautiful you are and you don’t even know it.
Peyton: (Blushing with her back toward him) Aren’t you forward?
Gregory: I know that you may think that a relationship between a Professor and a student is inappropriate but, I can assure you that I know the meaning of discretion. You’re 23 years old and that’s only a five year difference. I’ve been watching you since our first committee meeting in the Fall.
Peyton: Listen, Profes…I mean Gregory. I don’t even know you well enough to say that I’ll be in a relationship with you and I’m put off by how direct you are. I…
Before she can finish her sentence, Gregory grabs her and kisses her. Her body tenses at first, then, she relaxes and begins to kiss him back. They caress each other’s bodies and kiss their way to the overstuffed leather couch in the corner of the room. Gregory begins to move his hand up Peyton’s thigh. She let’s out an audible sigh as she grabs the back of his head.
Just then, Justice walks past the room. He walks back and stares in the door watching them in disbelief…
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Mini-Episode: Carlson, Cape and Crixus
We begin this mini-episode in the Engineering Firm of Carlson, Cape and Crixus. It’s a trendy firm located in the Mitchell District.
Receptionist: Hello, thank you for calling Carlson, Cape and Crixus. How may I help you?
Marlon: Yes, this is Marlon Jamison for Mr. Crixus.
Receptionist: I apologize Mr. Jamison however; Mr. Crixus is in a meeting. Would you care for voicemail?
Marlon: Please inform Mr. Crixus that we have a problem and I need to speak with him immediately!
Receptionist: Yes sir, please hold.
Mr. Crixus: (In a frustrated, hushed tone) Marlon! What is the big deal? I had to end my meeting early!
Mr. Crixus leans back in his chair and props his feet up on the glass table top desk.
Marlon: As I told your receptionist, we have a problem!
Mr. Crixus: What kind of problem Marlon? And what do we have to do with this?
Marlon starts pacing the floor in his office at KAMA. His employees can see him through the window so, he lowers the roman shades.
Marlon: You know I’m sick of you acting brand new. Do I have to spell it out for you? It’s obviously something to do with Ashlyn. Ashlyn knows that you and I used to be together and she’s furious! She wanted to talk but, I feigned a migraine and went home.
Mr. Crixus: What! How could you allow this to happen? How did that even come out?
Marlon: Well, I was trying to win her trust by telling her that I “used” to be with a man for six years. She asked to see a picture and I showed her yours. It’s been three months and I figured it was time to reel her in closer.
Mr. Crixus: Damn it Marlon! How stupid can you be? Why would you show her my picture? What were you thinking? You could have shown her Uncle Ben’s picture for all I care…why mine?
Marlon: Well excuse me Patrick! She asked to see a picture. She said that it would help her deal. I don’t know what you expect from me! I’m not doing this of my own free will. I don’t care how much money she has…I’m out. I can’t do this.
Patrick: You can and you will do this. Don’t back out on me baby. This is the key to our financial freedom. All we have to do is get her to give us the 500 large and we’ll be done. You can sell that damn restaurant and I’ll give up my partnership here…just like we discussed.
Marlon: Oh, now I’m baby? Was it not enough for me to endure six months of sleepless nights waiting for you to come home? All of this for money! I cringe at the thought. For all of this anguish we at least should get all the money. Why don’t we get the whole million?
Patrick: Gabby has to get her share…you know that.
Marlon: I just don’t know about her. She’s a bitch. Wait, I’m getting another call. It’s Ashlyn, I’ve got to go.
Patrick: Wait!
Marlon: What Patrick or should I say Dennis?
Patrick: I love you. I’m sorry I was snappy earlier...and it's always Patrick to you. C'mon now.
Marlon: Uh huh... Well, love you too…now I’ve got to go.
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Receptionist: Hello, thank you for calling Carlson, Cape and Crixus. How may I help you?
Marlon: Yes, this is Marlon Jamison for Mr. Crixus.
Receptionist: I apologize Mr. Jamison however; Mr. Crixus is in a meeting. Would you care for voicemail?
Marlon: Please inform Mr. Crixus that we have a problem and I need to speak with him immediately!
Receptionist: Yes sir, please hold.
Mr. Crixus: (In a frustrated, hushed tone) Marlon! What is the big deal? I had to end my meeting early!
Mr. Crixus leans back in his chair and props his feet up on the glass table top desk.
Marlon: As I told your receptionist, we have a problem!
Mr. Crixus: What kind of problem Marlon? And what do we have to do with this?
Marlon starts pacing the floor in his office at KAMA. His employees can see him through the window so, he lowers the roman shades.
Marlon: You know I’m sick of you acting brand new. Do I have to spell it out for you? It’s obviously something to do with Ashlyn. Ashlyn knows that you and I used to be together and she’s furious! She wanted to talk but, I feigned a migraine and went home.
Mr. Crixus: What! How could you allow this to happen? How did that even come out?
Marlon: Well, I was trying to win her trust by telling her that I “used” to be with a man for six years. She asked to see a picture and I showed her yours. It’s been three months and I figured it was time to reel her in closer.
Mr. Crixus: Damn it Marlon! How stupid can you be? Why would you show her my picture? What were you thinking? You could have shown her Uncle Ben’s picture for all I care…why mine?
Marlon: Well excuse me Patrick! She asked to see a picture. She said that it would help her deal. I don’t know what you expect from me! I’m not doing this of my own free will. I don’t care how much money she has…I’m out. I can’t do this.
Patrick: You can and you will do this. Don’t back out on me baby. This is the key to our financial freedom. All we have to do is get her to give us the 500 large and we’ll be done. You can sell that damn restaurant and I’ll give up my partnership here…just like we discussed.
Marlon: Oh, now I’m baby? Was it not enough for me to endure six months of sleepless nights waiting for you to come home? All of this for money! I cringe at the thought. For all of this anguish we at least should get all the money. Why don’t we get the whole million?
Patrick: Gabby has to get her share…you know that.
Marlon: I just don’t know about her. She’s a bitch. Wait, I’m getting another call. It’s Ashlyn, I’ve got to go.
Patrick: Wait!
Marlon: What Patrick or should I say Dennis?
Patrick: I love you. I’m sorry I was snappy earlier...and it's always Patrick to you. C'mon now.
Marlon: Uh huh... Well, love you too…now I’ve got to go.
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Friday, April 23, 2010
All Good Things Must...
We resume this episode in The Blue Bistro. Marlon has just revealed to Ashlyn that he was in a six year relationship with a man…
Marlon: (He takes a big gulp of water) Ash baby, I feel the same way. Our connection is powerful. I never thought I’d find this in a woman. You make me feel alive and free to share everything with you. That’s why I wanted to take you out tonight. I wanted to reveal all of me to you. Ashlyn baby…there is no way to say this so I’ll just say it…I’m bi-sexual. Prior to meeting you I was in a six year relationship with a man.
Ashlyn: (laughing hysterically) You’re what!?! C’mon boy, what did you really want to say?
Marlon looks at Ashlyn and doesn’t smile. She realizes he is serious and quickly stops laughing. She tilts her head slightly to the left and peers into his eyes.
Ashlyn: Normally, I’d tell you where you could go but, I’m starting to see life in a whole new way. Let me ask you this. Do you feel as though you could be with me exclusively? I mean, not seeing any other woman or man…just me?
Marlon: Yes, baby! That’s what I want. All I want is you. I, I love you.
Ashlyn: (She sighs) This is all so much at once. This is going to sound strange but, I know you have a photo of your ex. Maybe if I can see it, this will all become real to me. Right now I feel like I’m in dream.
Marlon: A photo? You want to see a photo? Listen Ash I’m not a freak here to entertain you. I opened myself up to you but, I see no reason why you’d need to see a photo. Ugh! (They both sit in silence) I apologize; I guess I’m angry at myself for still having his picture in my wallet.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and produces the photo, Ashlyn looks at the picture and becomes pale.
Ashlyn: I, I have to go…I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here.
Marlon: Baby, what’s wrong? What is it? YOU ASKED TO SEE IT!
Ashlyn: That’s Dennis, that’s my ex-husband!
Ashlyn bolts from the table, dashes through the restaurant and bursts through the double French doors.
Marlon: Wait! Ashlyn! Wait!
Marlon tosses a crisp fifty dollar bill onto the white linen table cloth grabs his coat and rushes out of the restaurant. Ashlyn is outside standing in the rain. She is pacing back and forth ignoring the fact that her hair and clothing are being soaked by the down pour.
Marlon: Ash, I don’t know what to say. Please, let’s sit in the car and talk about this.
Ashlyn: Please don’t say anything Marlon. This was a big mistake. I should never have trusted that I would find love again; certainly not from a damn match making website! What was I thinking?
Marlon: You don’t think I’m scared too? You don’t think I want happiness? You don’t know how hard it is to be in a serious relationship and have it end abruptly only to turn around and have your heart broken again?
Ashlyn: (Walking towards Marlon) I, I…I’m sorry. This is all so, bizarre. You realize we can’t go forward no matter how we feel about each other. Dennis was my husband and your lover. I don’t know about you but, I want to know how Dennis could be with you six years, marry me then leave us both high and dry. You’re right, let’s get out of this rain, we have some investigating to do.
Ashlyn and Marlon jump in his car and head back to her loft.
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We revisit Gabby, Wesley and Tasha at Tasha's apartment...
Gabby: Listen Tasha, I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us. I mean, you couldn’t have known Wesley was in love with me.
Tasha: Humph. Yeah, I guess not. Listen before you go, I want you all to take this with you…
Tasha pulls a gun out of the front pocket of her robe and shoots Gabby in the arm.
Gabby: (Crying hysterically and holding her bleeding arm) Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!
Tasha fires another shot at Wes, grazing his cheek.
Wesley: (Holding his face) Ah! Tasha! Please…don’t do this.
Tasha stands there silent and doesn’t speak. She walks over to them and stares at them with the gun pointed at Wesley’s face. Wesley is trembling holding Gabby trying to comfort her.
Tasha: Are you trying to comfort that bitch? This is unbelievable! I really loved you Wes. I opened my home to you. Supported you in all your endeavors too! Now on a whim you decide you want to make a fool out of me…humiliate me? No, no, where I’m from you pay for shit like this. And I’ll accept my payment in blood!
Corlis opens the door.
Corlis: Tasha girl, the door was open. Oh, My God! What did you do?
Tasha: (Turns her head quickly toward the door while keeping the gun trained on Gabby and Wesley) Get out of here! Get out!
Corlis: Tasha, put the gun down. Put the gun on the floor. Everything will be alright I promise.
Wesley: She’s crazy! You’re a crazy bitch Tasha! I never loved you! I swear I’ll kill you for this. (He’s cradling Gabby and applying pressure to her arm) Its okay baby…we’re going to get you some help. Corlis please…call an ambulance! Call now!
Corlis: (Maintaining eye contact with Tasha) Tasha, don’t listen to him. Look at me. Listen to me…you have to put the gun down.
Tasha: You want to kill me Wesley? You’ve already killed me you bastard! You’ve killed me!
Tasha points the gun towards herself and pulls the trigger…
Wesley: Tasha! Tasha baby wake up. How long have you been asleep out here? You know how your back hurts when you sleep on the couch. I told you not to wait up.
Tasha: Huh? Oh, Wesley baby…how did the show go? I’ve had the craziest dream! I was shooting up the place. It was wild.
Wesley: Word? Yeah, that was wild. The show was niiiice. Ya’ boy killed it! Guess who was there tonight? Gabby! She did her thang too! I wish you would have come. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. It’s late, let’s go to bed.
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Marlon: (He takes a big gulp of water) Ash baby, I feel the same way. Our connection is powerful. I never thought I’d find this in a woman. You make me feel alive and free to share everything with you. That’s why I wanted to take you out tonight. I wanted to reveal all of me to you. Ashlyn baby…there is no way to say this so I’ll just say it…I’m bi-sexual. Prior to meeting you I was in a six year relationship with a man.
Ashlyn: (laughing hysterically) You’re what!?! C’mon boy, what did you really want to say?
Marlon looks at Ashlyn and doesn’t smile. She realizes he is serious and quickly stops laughing. She tilts her head slightly to the left and peers into his eyes.
Ashlyn: Normally, I’d tell you where you could go but, I’m starting to see life in a whole new way. Let me ask you this. Do you feel as though you could be with me exclusively? I mean, not seeing any other woman or man…just me?
Marlon: Yes, baby! That’s what I want. All I want is you. I, I love you.
Ashlyn: (She sighs) This is all so much at once. This is going to sound strange but, I know you have a photo of your ex. Maybe if I can see it, this will all become real to me. Right now I feel like I’m in dream.
Marlon: A photo? You want to see a photo? Listen Ash I’m not a freak here to entertain you. I opened myself up to you but, I see no reason why you’d need to see a photo. Ugh! (They both sit in silence) I apologize; I guess I’m angry at myself for still having his picture in my wallet.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and produces the photo, Ashlyn looks at the picture and becomes pale.
Ashlyn: I, I have to go…I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here.
Marlon: Baby, what’s wrong? What is it? YOU ASKED TO SEE IT!
Ashlyn: That’s Dennis, that’s my ex-husband!
Ashlyn bolts from the table, dashes through the restaurant and bursts through the double French doors.
Marlon: Wait! Ashlyn! Wait!
Marlon tosses a crisp fifty dollar bill onto the white linen table cloth grabs his coat and rushes out of the restaurant. Ashlyn is outside standing in the rain. She is pacing back and forth ignoring the fact that her hair and clothing are being soaked by the down pour.
Marlon: Ash, I don’t know what to say. Please, let’s sit in the car and talk about this.
Ashlyn: Please don’t say anything Marlon. This was a big mistake. I should never have trusted that I would find love again; certainly not from a damn match making website! What was I thinking?
Marlon: You don’t think I’m scared too? You don’t think I want happiness? You don’t know how hard it is to be in a serious relationship and have it end abruptly only to turn around and have your heart broken again?
Ashlyn: (Walking towards Marlon) I, I…I’m sorry. This is all so, bizarre. You realize we can’t go forward no matter how we feel about each other. Dennis was my husband and your lover. I don’t know about you but, I want to know how Dennis could be with you six years, marry me then leave us both high and dry. You’re right, let’s get out of this rain, we have some investigating to do.
Ashlyn and Marlon jump in his car and head back to her loft.
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We revisit Gabby, Wesley and Tasha at Tasha's apartment...
Gabby: Listen Tasha, I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us. I mean, you couldn’t have known Wesley was in love with me.
Tasha: Humph. Yeah, I guess not. Listen before you go, I want you all to take this with you…
Tasha pulls a gun out of the front pocket of her robe and shoots Gabby in the arm.
Gabby: (Crying hysterically and holding her bleeding arm) Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!
Tasha fires another shot at Wes, grazing his cheek.
Wesley: (Holding his face) Ah! Tasha! Please…don’t do this.
Tasha stands there silent and doesn’t speak. She walks over to them and stares at them with the gun pointed at Wesley’s face. Wesley is trembling holding Gabby trying to comfort her.
Tasha: Are you trying to comfort that bitch? This is unbelievable! I really loved you Wes. I opened my home to you. Supported you in all your endeavors too! Now on a whim you decide you want to make a fool out of me…humiliate me? No, no, where I’m from you pay for shit like this. And I’ll accept my payment in blood!
Corlis opens the door.
Corlis: Tasha girl, the door was open. Oh, My God! What did you do?
Tasha: (Turns her head quickly toward the door while keeping the gun trained on Gabby and Wesley) Get out of here! Get out!
Corlis: Tasha, put the gun down. Put the gun on the floor. Everything will be alright I promise.
Wesley: She’s crazy! You’re a crazy bitch Tasha! I never loved you! I swear I’ll kill you for this. (He’s cradling Gabby and applying pressure to her arm) Its okay baby…we’re going to get you some help. Corlis please…call an ambulance! Call now!
Corlis: (Maintaining eye contact with Tasha) Tasha, don’t listen to him. Look at me. Listen to me…you have to put the gun down.
Tasha: You want to kill me Wesley? You’ve already killed me you bastard! You’ve killed me!
Tasha points the gun towards herself and pulls the trigger…
Wesley: Tasha! Tasha baby wake up. How long have you been asleep out here? You know how your back hurts when you sleep on the couch. I told you not to wait up.
Tasha: Huh? Oh, Wesley baby…how did the show go? I’ve had the craziest dream! I was shooting up the place. It was wild.
Wesley: Word? Yeah, that was wild. The show was niiiice. Ya’ boy killed it! Guess who was there tonight? Gabby! She did her thang too! I wish you would have come. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. It’s late, let’s go to bed.
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The Spot...
This episode begins at "The Spot” a blues and jazz lounge located next to Bontemps U. The décor in the club is made up of funky couches and chairs in earth tone colors. There is abstract artwork on the exposed brick walls and the large oval stage is located directly in the middle of the club (which is why the club is named “The Spot”). The lights are always low and the vibe is laid back and mellow. It’s open mic night and the show is getting ready to start. Wesley is first on the list.
Tasha: You ready Wes? You’re over there looking mighty nervous! One would think you’d be used to performing by now.
Corlis: (Chuckles a little) Don’t worry Wes, you’ve got this. You do look scared though!
Wesley: (In a joking tone) Forget you Corlis! Who invited you anyway? Anyone ever tell you that three is a crowd? Hell yeah I’m ready and hell yeah I’m nervous. It’s a packed house tonight. That’s why I’ve got my courage in a glass over here! (Looking out over the crowd) Hold on, is that Gabby over there?
Corlis: (Leans over to Tasha and speaks in a hushed tone) Ooooh, girl! No she didn’t! She’s looking extra fly too. She did that on purpose you hear me? On purpose! What you gonna do?
Tasha: Gabby? (Standing on her tip toes looking around) What the hell is she doing here?
Wesley: Huh? I’m sorry babe, I didn’t hear you.
Tasha: Oh, I said it sure is good to see her!
Wesley: Yeah it is. Hey Gabby! Gabby! Come over here!
Gabby: (Making her way through the crowd) Wesley! It’s so good to see you. Give me a hug! (Staring at Tasha and Corlis over his shoulder). How have you been?
Wesley: I’ve been good. When did you come to town?
Gabby: I got here last week for Thanksgiving. I’m still here because I just got offered a job and I’m looking for a house. I’m moving back to good ole Cravencrest. Enough about me, how have you been? You’re looking fine as always.
Wesley: Aw girl, cut it out. Still a good liar I see. You singing tonight? I miss hearing those golden pipes of yours.
Tasha: (Clearing her throat loudly) Hello Gabrielle.
Gabby: Oh, I didn’t see you there. Hello Tasha. Hello Corlis.
Corlis: (Looking her up and down) Hey…(speaking under her breath and rolling her eyes) heffa.
Tasha: While you’re here we should have you over for dinner. Wes and I have live in the East Village.
Gabby: Oh, you’re co-habitating? How quaint. I may have to take you up on that (looking directly at Wes).
Wesley: Yeah, uh, that would be cool. I’d love to have you. I mean, have you over.
Corlis: (Leans over to Tasha and speaks in a hushed tone) Girl! What? Has he lost his mind? “I’d love to have you?”
Tasha: (Leaning over to Corlis) Shut up Corlis! I’m not going to let her see me sweat. He’s my man. I’m not worried.
Gabby: Well, I’ll catch up to you later Wes. Tasha, Corlis…good evening ladies.
Tasha and Corlis: Yeah, good evening.
James: (Hopping up on the stage and grabbing the mic) Ladies and fellas! Can I have your attention please? We’re getting ready to start the show. As always, welcome to The Spot. I’m your host for the evening, James Julius. You know what it is…we do this every Friday night. There is a sign-up sheet and we go in order. Be respectful no booing or trash talk during or after performances. You can clap, snap or vibe though. Tonight before we get started, I’d like to point out that we have a legend in the house. (James looks at Gabby and winks) Gabrielle Watts! (The crowd starts cheering) Gabby, surely you’re not going to come to The Spot and not sing. Would you bless us with a song?
Gabby: (Faking a look of surprise) No, no! You all go ahead with the show. (The crowd starts cheering louder) Well, alright. Just one song…a short one.
Gabby walks towards the stage purposely bumping into Tasha on her way.
Tasha gives Gabby an angry stare.
Wesley: This is going to be great!
Gabby: (She whispers in the guitarist’s ear, walks over to the mic and begins to speak. The house band starts to play softly.) Hey y’all. How you feeling tonight? Good, good. Well, I’m feeling like I need to get something off my chest. Never let the chance to say “I love you” pass by. I love this man and I never told him. But, tonight…I’m going to serenade him like I should have done so many times before. I ain’t talking about some fictional character just to set-up the song either. This man is here in the flesh tonight. Wesley, this song is dedicated to you… (She begins to sing) “I’ve been so many places in my life and time…”
Tasha: What the HELL!?! I can’t believe this chick! She is too bold! She thinks he has feelings for her! (Tasha looks at Corlis in astonishment)
Corlis: Girl she just dedicated a damn song to this man. Hell, I have feelings for her!
Wesley: Ssssh! Damn, I’m trying to listen.
Tasha: You’re trying to listen? Oh, my God! Okay, you know what, please come get your shit from my apartment. I’ll see you whenever. C’mon Corlis.
Corlis: Hell no! You think I’m going to miss the rest of the song! She might be a trifling heffa but, the heffa can sang! You hear me? Sang! (Does a go away motion with her hands) I’ll call you later and check you on you.
Tasha: (Grabbing her coat off the back of the chair and knocking the chair over) This is some bull…Whatever!
Later on that evening there is a knock at the door. Tasha peeks through the hole and sees Wesley standing on the stoop.
Tasha: What, your key doesn’t work?
Wesley: Please Tasha, let’s not make a scene. I don’t want any drama. I just want to grab my stuff and go. I’ll pay you half the rent until the lease is up but, I have to leave. I can’t loose Gabby again. Please understand.
Tasha: You don’t want to make a scene Wesley? Well I won’t. I’m not the type to beg nor will I ever be. Let me just advise you that once you leave out that door, you are dead to me. I have never been so humiliated and disrespected in my entire existence! You have ten minutes. I will even be hospitable to Gabrielle. Tell her she can come in out of the cold. Yeah Gabby, I see you behind the bush.
Gabby and Wesley look at each other with confused looks on their faces. They enter the house and Gabby stands in the foyer. Wes jogs up the stairs and Tasha leaves the foyer and goes into the kitchen.
Wesley: (Speaking loudly so Tasha can hear) Uh, alright, I think I’ve got what I need. I really appreciate you being so cool about all this.
Tasha walks into the foyer with her hands in her pocket and a blank expression on her face. She stares at Gabby and Wes standing together and gives a heavy sigh.
Gabby: Listen Tasha, I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us. I mean, you couldn’t have known Wesley was in love with me.
Tasha: Humph. Yeah, I guess not. Listen before you go, I want you all to take this with you…
Tasha pulls a gun out of the front pocket of her robe and shoots Gabby in the arm.
Gabby: (Crying hysterically and holding her bleeding arm) Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!
Tasha fires another shot at Wes, grazing his cheek.
Wesley: (Holding his face) Ah! Tasha! Please…don’t do this.
Tasha stands there silent and doesn’t speak. She walks over to them and stares at them with the gun pointed at Wesley’s face. Wesley is trembling holding Gabby trying to comfort her.
Tasha: Are you trying to comfort that bitch? This is unbelievable! I really loved you Wes. I opened my home to you. Supported you in all your endeavors too! Now on a whim you decide you want to make a fool out of me…humiliate me? No, no, where I’m from you pay for shit like this. And I’ll accept my payment in blood!
Corlis opens the door.
Corlis: Tasha girl, the door was open. Oh, My God! What did you do?
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Tasha: You ready Wes? You’re over there looking mighty nervous! One would think you’d be used to performing by now.
Corlis: (Chuckles a little) Don’t worry Wes, you’ve got this. You do look scared though!
Wesley: (In a joking tone) Forget you Corlis! Who invited you anyway? Anyone ever tell you that three is a crowd? Hell yeah I’m ready and hell yeah I’m nervous. It’s a packed house tonight. That’s why I’ve got my courage in a glass over here! (Looking out over the crowd) Hold on, is that Gabby over there?
Corlis: (Leans over to Tasha and speaks in a hushed tone) Ooooh, girl! No she didn’t! She’s looking extra fly too. She did that on purpose you hear me? On purpose! What you gonna do?
Tasha: Gabby? (Standing on her tip toes looking around) What the hell is she doing here?
Wesley: Huh? I’m sorry babe, I didn’t hear you.
Tasha: Oh, I said it sure is good to see her!
Wesley: Yeah it is. Hey Gabby! Gabby! Come over here!
Gabby: (Making her way through the crowd) Wesley! It’s so good to see you. Give me a hug! (Staring at Tasha and Corlis over his shoulder). How have you been?
Wesley: I’ve been good. When did you come to town?
Gabby: I got here last week for Thanksgiving. I’m still here because I just got offered a job and I’m looking for a house. I’m moving back to good ole Cravencrest. Enough about me, how have you been? You’re looking fine as always.
Wesley: Aw girl, cut it out. Still a good liar I see. You singing tonight? I miss hearing those golden pipes of yours.
Tasha: (Clearing her throat loudly) Hello Gabrielle.
Gabby: Oh, I didn’t see you there. Hello Tasha. Hello Corlis.
Corlis: (Looking her up and down) Hey…(speaking under her breath and rolling her eyes) heffa.
Tasha: While you’re here we should have you over for dinner. Wes and I have live in the East Village.
Gabby: Oh, you’re co-habitating? How quaint. I may have to take you up on that (looking directly at Wes).
Wesley: Yeah, uh, that would be cool. I’d love to have you. I mean, have you over.
Corlis: (Leans over to Tasha and speaks in a hushed tone) Girl! What? Has he lost his mind? “I’d love to have you?”
Tasha: (Leaning over to Corlis) Shut up Corlis! I’m not going to let her see me sweat. He’s my man. I’m not worried.
Gabby: Well, I’ll catch up to you later Wes. Tasha, Corlis…good evening ladies.
Tasha and Corlis: Yeah, good evening.
James: (Hopping up on the stage and grabbing the mic) Ladies and fellas! Can I have your attention please? We’re getting ready to start the show. As always, welcome to The Spot. I’m your host for the evening, James Julius. You know what it is…we do this every Friday night. There is a sign-up sheet and we go in order. Be respectful no booing or trash talk during or after performances. You can clap, snap or vibe though. Tonight before we get started, I’d like to point out that we have a legend in the house. (James looks at Gabby and winks) Gabrielle Watts! (The crowd starts cheering) Gabby, surely you’re not going to come to The Spot and not sing. Would you bless us with a song?
Gabby: (Faking a look of surprise) No, no! You all go ahead with the show. (The crowd starts cheering louder) Well, alright. Just one song…a short one.
Gabby walks towards the stage purposely bumping into Tasha on her way.
Tasha gives Gabby an angry stare.
Wesley: This is going to be great!
Gabby: (She whispers in the guitarist’s ear, walks over to the mic and begins to speak. The house band starts to play softly.) Hey y’all. How you feeling tonight? Good, good. Well, I’m feeling like I need to get something off my chest. Never let the chance to say “I love you” pass by. I love this man and I never told him. But, tonight…I’m going to serenade him like I should have done so many times before. I ain’t talking about some fictional character just to set-up the song either. This man is here in the flesh tonight. Wesley, this song is dedicated to you… (She begins to sing) “I’ve been so many places in my life and time…”
Tasha: What the HELL!?! I can’t believe this chick! She is too bold! She thinks he has feelings for her! (Tasha looks at Corlis in astonishment)
Corlis: Girl she just dedicated a damn song to this man. Hell, I have feelings for her!
Wesley: Ssssh! Damn, I’m trying to listen.
Tasha: You’re trying to listen? Oh, my God! Okay, you know what, please come get your shit from my apartment. I’ll see you whenever. C’mon Corlis.
Corlis: Hell no! You think I’m going to miss the rest of the song! She might be a trifling heffa but, the heffa can sang! You hear me? Sang! (Does a go away motion with her hands) I’ll call you later and check you on you.
Tasha: (Grabbing her coat off the back of the chair and knocking the chair over) This is some bull…Whatever!
Later on that evening there is a knock at the door. Tasha peeks through the hole and sees Wesley standing on the stoop.
Tasha: What, your key doesn’t work?
Wesley: Please Tasha, let’s not make a scene. I don’t want any drama. I just want to grab my stuff and go. I’ll pay you half the rent until the lease is up but, I have to leave. I can’t loose Gabby again. Please understand.
Tasha: You don’t want to make a scene Wesley? Well I won’t. I’m not the type to beg nor will I ever be. Let me just advise you that once you leave out that door, you are dead to me. I have never been so humiliated and disrespected in my entire existence! You have ten minutes. I will even be hospitable to Gabrielle. Tell her she can come in out of the cold. Yeah Gabby, I see you behind the bush.
Gabby and Wesley look at each other with confused looks on their faces. They enter the house and Gabby stands in the foyer. Wes jogs up the stairs and Tasha leaves the foyer and goes into the kitchen.
Wesley: (Speaking loudly so Tasha can hear) Uh, alright, I think I’ve got what I need. I really appreciate you being so cool about all this.
Tasha walks into the foyer with her hands in her pocket and a blank expression on her face. She stares at Gabby and Wes standing together and gives a heavy sigh.
Gabby: Listen Tasha, I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us. I mean, you couldn’t have known Wesley was in love with me.
Tasha: Humph. Yeah, I guess not. Listen before you go, I want you all to take this with you…
Tasha pulls a gun out of the front pocket of her robe and shoots Gabby in the arm.
Gabby: (Crying hysterically and holding her bleeding arm) Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!
Tasha fires another shot at Wes, grazing his cheek.
Wesley: (Holding his face) Ah! Tasha! Please…don’t do this.
Tasha stands there silent and doesn’t speak. She walks over to them and stares at them with the gun pointed at Wesley’s face. Wesley is trembling holding Gabby trying to comfort her.
Tasha: Are you trying to comfort that bitch? This is unbelievable! I really loved you Wes. I opened my home to you. Supported you in all your endeavors too! Now on a whim you decide you want to make a fool out of me…humiliate me? No, no, where I’m from you pay for shit like this. And I’ll accept my payment in blood!
Corlis opens the door.
Corlis: Tasha girl, the door was open. Oh, My God! What did you do?
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Moving on...
Our episode begins at Ashlyn’s loft in downtown Cravencrest…
It’s Saturday night, 9:30pm Ashlyn is sitting in the dark in front of a glowing computer screen. She is registering on The Beat of Love match making website. After a failed, 6 month marriage and a string of disappointing boyfriends she’s tired of conventional dating methods and has decided to give online dating a try.
Ashlyn: (She finishes the online registration and pays the $150.00 fee) Alright let’s see what this site has to offer. It had better be worth the gas bill money! HEL-LO Marlon lookin’ good! Wait a minute…5’8” with a slightly overweight build! See, this is why they should show more than a headshot…this is deceiving! He can’t be serious. I like ‘em tall, fine and thin as a vine! Then again…maybe I shouldn’t be so shallow. His profile says that he likes eating out at restaurants, cooking and wine tasting. I’ll send him a “love tap” and see what happens.
She continues browsing and receives a love tap from Marlon. She clicks on the message and reads it out loud:
Hello Ashlyn,
I’m glad you tapped me. I see you live in Cravencrest. I just moved here 6 months ago and I hadn’t met anyone so, I decided to give the online thing a try. I’m not into living life in the fast lane, I like to take life as it comes and enjoy every moment. I’m 32 and I’m the Executive Chef at KAMA on Vega Street. I’ve never been married and I don’t have any children. I enjoy good food, good music and good company. No, I don’t live with my mama, yes I own my home and car, I don’t have bad credit and I’m not a womanizing, chauvinistic punk. I think I covered all the bases. Hope you don’t find me too straight forward I just want to get those questions out the way! LOL! I would welcome the chance to get to know you better. - Marlon
Ashlyn: I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. He seems really nice though and Lord knows I need a little nice in my life these days. (She begins drafting a response to Marlon)
Hey Marlon,
I can see you shoot straight from the hip. That’s an admirable quality. Since you started it…no, I don’t live with my mama, yes I own my car and loft, my credit is my business until I know you better and no I’m not a gold digging, narcissistic, sex fiend. Now that the pleasantries have been taken care of… Let me say that I’m glad I tapped you too. I must admit it gives me comfort to know you’re just trying out the online dating because it’s the same situation with me. Let’s see…you said you want to get to know me better huh? Well, I’m 30 and I own “Coifed Hair Gallery”. It’s located a little past where KAMA is on Doppler Avenue. I don’t have any children. The salon is my baby right now. I have been married once before but it was very short lived. I guess I’m like you in that I don’t want to live my life in the fast lane. I want to relax and enjoy what life has to offer. - Ashlyn
3 months later…
Marlon: (Calling Ashlyn) Hey baby, it’s me. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Remember I made reservations and I don’t want to be late. Tonight is going to be a beautiful night and I can’t wait to share it with you. Love you, see you soon.
Ashlyn: Damn it! Where are my pearl teardrop earrings? Ah, I’m so nervous. I wonder what Marlon needs to tell me. I’m really falling for him and I hope he feels the same. I think he does. Oh, what am I doing? Relax Ash, relax. Everything will be fine. (Marlon knocks at the door) Oh crap! He’s here…forget it I’ll wear my diamond studs. Coming Marlon!
Ashlyn opens the door in a form fitting, off the shoulder red satin dress, 4” red satin pumps and a nervous smile. Marlon stands there for moment with his mouth wide open holding two dozen pink roses in his hands.
Ashlyn: Marlon? Baby, do I look okay?
Marlon: You look amazing. I don’t deserve to have such a goddess on my arm this evening.
Ashlyn: Stop it Marlon! You’re making me blush. Are those for me?
Marlon: Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, I got these for you. But, we’d better hurry; I don’t want to miss our reservation. You ready?
Ashlyn: I’m ready, let’s go.
They pull up to the Blue Bistro. Marlon opens her car door and escorts her to front door of the restaurant where he opens the door again. Ashlyn gives him a coy smile as she looks around at the stunning ambiance of the restaurant.
Marlon: Reservation for two, under the name Jamison…Marlon Jamison.
Concierge: Ah, yes Mr. Jamison. Right this way.
Ashlyn: (In a whispering voice) Marlon this is so nice. It’s lovely in here.
Concierge: Your waiter will be with you momentarily.
Marlon & Ashlyn: Thank you!
Ashlyn: Marlon, I just want you to know that these have been the best three months. I really enjoy the time we spend together and it just keeps getting better and better. I feel like I can be myself around you and let my guard down. You make me feel special and desired. You’re a gentleman and I thank you for respecting my decision to abstain. I couldn’t ask for more. But, enough about my feelings, I’m sorry baby. You said you had something to tell me. Tell me what you had to say.
Marlon: (He takes a big gulp of water) Ash baby, I feel the same way. Our connection is powerful. I never thought I’d find this in a woman. You make me feel alive and free to share everything with you. That’s why I wanted to take you out tonight. I wanted to reveal all of me to you. Ashlyn baby…there is no way to say this so I’ll just say it…I’m bi-sexual. Prior to meeting you I was in a six year relationship with a man.
Ashlyn: (laughing hysterically) You’re what!?! C’mon boy, what did you really want to say?
Marlon looks at Ashlyn and doesn’t smile. She realizes he is serious and quickly stops laughing. She tilts her head slightly to the left and peers into his eyes.
Ashlyn: Normally, I’d tell you where you could go but, I’m starting to see life in a whole new way. Let me ask you this. Do you feel as though you could be with me exclusively? I mean, not seeing any other woman or man…just me?
Marlon: Yes, baby! That’s what I want. All I want is you. I, I love you.
Ashlyn: (She sighs) This is all so much at once. This is going to sound strange but, I know you have a photo of your ex. Maybe if I can see it, this will all become real to me. Right now I feel like I’m in dream.
Marlon: A photo? You want to see a photo? Listen Ash I’m not a freak here to entertain you. I opened myself up to you but, I see no reason why you’d need to see a photo. Ugh! (They both sit in silence) I apologize; I guess I’m angry at myself for still having his picture in my wallet.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and produces the photo, Ashlyn looks at the picture and becomes pale.
Ashlyn: I, I have to go…I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here.
Marlon: Baby, what’s wrong? What is it? YOU ASKED TO SEE IT!
Ashlyn: That’s Dennis, that’s my ex-husband!
It’s Saturday night, 9:30pm Ashlyn is sitting in the dark in front of a glowing computer screen. She is registering on The Beat of Love match making website. After a failed, 6 month marriage and a string of disappointing boyfriends she’s tired of conventional dating methods and has decided to give online dating a try.
Ashlyn: (She finishes the online registration and pays the $150.00 fee) Alright let’s see what this site has to offer. It had better be worth the gas bill money! HEL-LO Marlon lookin’ good! Wait a minute…5’8” with a slightly overweight build! See, this is why they should show more than a headshot…this is deceiving! He can’t be serious. I like ‘em tall, fine and thin as a vine! Then again…maybe I shouldn’t be so shallow. His profile says that he likes eating out at restaurants, cooking and wine tasting. I’ll send him a “love tap” and see what happens.
She continues browsing and receives a love tap from Marlon. She clicks on the message and reads it out loud:
Hello Ashlyn,
I’m glad you tapped me. I see you live in Cravencrest. I just moved here 6 months ago and I hadn’t met anyone so, I decided to give the online thing a try. I’m not into living life in the fast lane, I like to take life as it comes and enjoy every moment. I’m 32 and I’m the Executive Chef at KAMA on Vega Street. I’ve never been married and I don’t have any children. I enjoy good food, good music and good company. No, I don’t live with my mama, yes I own my home and car, I don’t have bad credit and I’m not a womanizing, chauvinistic punk. I think I covered all the bases. Hope you don’t find me too straight forward I just want to get those questions out the way! LOL! I would welcome the chance to get to know you better. - Marlon
Ashlyn: I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. He seems really nice though and Lord knows I need a little nice in my life these days. (She begins drafting a response to Marlon)
Hey Marlon,
I can see you shoot straight from the hip. That’s an admirable quality. Since you started it…no, I don’t live with my mama, yes I own my car and loft, my credit is my business until I know you better and no I’m not a gold digging, narcissistic, sex fiend. Now that the pleasantries have been taken care of… Let me say that I’m glad I tapped you too. I must admit it gives me comfort to know you’re just trying out the online dating because it’s the same situation with me. Let’s see…you said you want to get to know me better huh? Well, I’m 30 and I own “Coifed Hair Gallery”. It’s located a little past where KAMA is on Doppler Avenue. I don’t have any children. The salon is my baby right now. I have been married once before but it was very short lived. I guess I’m like you in that I don’t want to live my life in the fast lane. I want to relax and enjoy what life has to offer. - Ashlyn
3 months later…
Marlon: (Calling Ashlyn) Hey baby, it’s me. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Remember I made reservations and I don’t want to be late. Tonight is going to be a beautiful night and I can’t wait to share it with you. Love you, see you soon.
Ashlyn: Damn it! Where are my pearl teardrop earrings? Ah, I’m so nervous. I wonder what Marlon needs to tell me. I’m really falling for him and I hope he feels the same. I think he does. Oh, what am I doing? Relax Ash, relax. Everything will be fine. (Marlon knocks at the door) Oh crap! He’s here…forget it I’ll wear my diamond studs. Coming Marlon!
Ashlyn opens the door in a form fitting, off the shoulder red satin dress, 4” red satin pumps and a nervous smile. Marlon stands there for moment with his mouth wide open holding two dozen pink roses in his hands.
Ashlyn: Marlon? Baby, do I look okay?
Marlon: You look amazing. I don’t deserve to have such a goddess on my arm this evening.
Ashlyn: Stop it Marlon! You’re making me blush. Are those for me?
Marlon: Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, I got these for you. But, we’d better hurry; I don’t want to miss our reservation. You ready?
Ashlyn: I’m ready, let’s go.
They pull up to the Blue Bistro. Marlon opens her car door and escorts her to front door of the restaurant where he opens the door again. Ashlyn gives him a coy smile as she looks around at the stunning ambiance of the restaurant.
Marlon: Reservation for two, under the name Jamison…Marlon Jamison.
Concierge: Ah, yes Mr. Jamison. Right this way.
Ashlyn: (In a whispering voice) Marlon this is so nice. It’s lovely in here.
Concierge: Your waiter will be with you momentarily.
Marlon & Ashlyn: Thank you!
Ashlyn: Marlon, I just want you to know that these have been the best three months. I really enjoy the time we spend together and it just keeps getting better and better. I feel like I can be myself around you and let my guard down. You make me feel special and desired. You’re a gentleman and I thank you for respecting my decision to abstain. I couldn’t ask for more. But, enough about my feelings, I’m sorry baby. You said you had something to tell me. Tell me what you had to say.
Marlon: (He takes a big gulp of water) Ash baby, I feel the same way. Our connection is powerful. I never thought I’d find this in a woman. You make me feel alive and free to share everything with you. That’s why I wanted to take you out tonight. I wanted to reveal all of me to you. Ashlyn baby…there is no way to say this so I’ll just say it…I’m bi-sexual. Prior to meeting you I was in a six year relationship with a man.
Ashlyn: (laughing hysterically) You’re what!?! C’mon boy, what did you really want to say?
Marlon looks at Ashlyn and doesn’t smile. She realizes he is serious and quickly stops laughing. She tilts her head slightly to the left and peers into his eyes.
Ashlyn: Normally, I’d tell you where you could go but, I’m starting to see life in a whole new way. Let me ask you this. Do you feel as though you could be with me exclusively? I mean, not seeing any other woman or man…just me?
Marlon: Yes, baby! That’s what I want. All I want is you. I, I love you.
Ashlyn: (She sighs) This is all so much at once. This is going to sound strange but, I know you have a photo of your ex. Maybe if I can see it, this will all become real to me. Right now I feel like I’m in dream.
Marlon: A photo? You want to see a photo? Listen Ash I’m not a freak here to entertain you. I opened myself up to you but, I see no reason why you’d need to see a photo. Ugh! (They both sit in silence) I apologize; I guess I’m angry at myself for still having his picture in my wallet.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and produces the photo, Ashlyn looks at the picture and becomes pale.
Ashlyn: I, I have to go…I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here.
Marlon: Baby, what’s wrong? What is it? YOU ASKED TO SEE IT!
Ashlyn: That’s Dennis, that’s my ex-husband!
The City of Cravencrest
Cravencrest is a medium sized southern city. The city is large enough for people to get lost in. You can reinvent yourself in Cravencrest and not risk anyone finding out who you were before. Bontemps University and its vast campus reside within the city limits. Every year freshmen add a new layer of fresh youth to the city as they almost always choose to stay in Cravencrest after their tenure at Bontemps U is done. The streets of downtown are alive with vendors and pedestrians on their way to and from work. City parks are teeming with beautiful dogwood, oak and Bradford pear trees. The city contains a melting pot of cultures – there is never a lack of something to get in to. The inhabitants of the city and the outlaying areas flock towards the Mitchell District to participate in the rich nightlife. The suburban areas that surround the city are filled with families that live their lives as though they were immolating a television sitcom. Cravencrest is full of people in every station of life – those that are searching for themselves, those who know who they are and those who want to reinvent themselves.
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