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Being Cast In The Perfect Setting


It was the annual junket to visit the naked golden boy Oscar and defend her turf in this place called paradise. And after viewing Bentley’s Show the tone of the three days were clearly defined as the creative engines fir surely needed a jump start from roadside service.

Sitting in the gate waiting room Lyra tried to come to grips to what all the mature girls were claiming. “I put my life purpose in reverse,” Lyra told herself, “I decided to raise a family.”

“I get it.” she continued the monologue that in her artistic story telling fantasy world would be acceptable since a camera picked up the scripted footage, “the old timers vision left them out of the money.”

All of sudden a scream came from a teenage girl going through emails waiting to board a flight to Vancouver, “Yes, a mass distributed response from Durdobbr Productions.” She bellowed in a way the whole concourse could hear the outburst.

Using a pitch voice that was a little too loud Lyra should have expected the response when she asked, “Durtdobbr Productions?”

“Your being Xtreme Lyra,” the adolescent with good hearing retaliated, “its run by Joe Durt and Rob Dob.”

A voice suddenly was interjected from behind Lyra, “you see what happens when you do not go to rock concerts, you have good hearing.”

When she turned around there was a tall dark hand some retired air force veteran smiling. “Bentley, your right you were always right especially on the day that you asked me to marry you.”

“Was that before or after I told you I was Sky Chief the Ra of the Sun,” Bentley was asking for clarification about the day he was first to the wire for her love.

“It was before you told me you were out of the money and needed a job at my Dad’s car dealer ship,” the two hugged and boarded the nonstop to JFK.

While going through the Jet way they heard a couple speak in a foreign tongue, “Banze Noeshe.”

Handing the steward the boarding pass Lyra mentioned that means, “mess not west.” Which made Bentley respond, “The West Is a Mess.”

“Let’s go home and tuck the kids in.” The two agreed knowing the next chapters in their book had many lovely scenes


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