A Canterbury Tale-Only In The Theater District

At a theatrical bar known by inner circle stage people, there was a maiden claiming many different rumors inside the legendary watering hole capturing an audience’s attention.

“I tell you there were bones and roses in that castle place,” the diva embellished accounting the fast-track lifestyle event, “this rattle me so much that someone in love ended up out of the money!”

During the monologue, Lucy stared out the window to the city street marquee, still lit up announcing “Lookin Left Opening Night” from the one-time evening performance.

“You sure are Elegance N Tonic,” one of the producers mentioned, “a true winner in spinning entertaining tales.”

“Where’s my understudy?” Lucy, a tired soul swing dancer heard then bellowing out in frustrative style, replied, “the show should be ‘Lucy’s lookin left’”.

Not claiming being a justice warrior winner the distressed damsel stood firm knowing exactly her turf, “I came here in a second after my coastal waters success.”

“That is right, beach blanket made these deep pocketed hustlers see money,” a suave buccaneer whispering voice agreed, “that maiden is completing a star mission headlining the show.”

“Is that her final mission?” Lucy inquired to the gentlemen with the notepad.

“Final mission? For ‘Champagne Pegasus?’ As we called her down at the newspaper,” the romantic eye twitched, “if this was ‘Champagne Pegasus’ final mission, well, I would be out of the money.”

A couple minutes past and the two entertained their own silent thoughts until ‘Champagne Pegasus’ as the tabloids nicknamed the maiden bumped into the secure social moment. “So, Rex did you get your allowance and now you want to claim my understudy?”

Turning around and seeing the bigger than life individual the reporting critic answered, “just taking a second to do research, you know stylin n profilin.”

“Yeah, Madame,” Lucy interrupted, “we were sailing along having a winning conversation then,”

“You showed your amaretto di amore,” Rex finished the line.

“Bitter of love, my dear, no,” the showtime fantasy fixture clarified, “I wanted to know if you are starting a publicity inferno.”

Giving a confident bikini model glare Lucy retorted back, “if I performed a voodoo fire on you Madame you would be out of the money.”

That is when with pen in hand Rex caught the whole dialogue exchange before exiting stage right realizing both were looking left.