The Theatrical Teases

Acting like three-year-old maiden’s claiming that the theatrical pot was out of the money due to a message being half empty Helen Gibson took a second look at the nice tri at the script written by the stars.

“With a statement that love is strong,” Helen thought, “the production should be the first thing on the agenda for audiences when prioritizing where to go to be entertained.”

Knowing she needed fast cash and this being the third time Helen decided to claim the option she had to find a starter who could assist in paying the bills. Heading north distancing herself from the political beltway it was off like a bridesmaid working things out to Moonachie and a sugar daddy who too was out of the money.

Seeing the empire city across the river Helen entered the mature setting where everyone had more experience due to their age. An artificial vanilla aroma filled the dark room and Helen saw a gentleman behind a canvas illuminated in a spotlight.

“I hear you claimed the option to find a starter to pay your bills and seek finances since you are out of the money,” projected a voice.

“Yes, that is true,” Helen said in an honest tone, “are you a sugar daddy?”

“Oh no I am Degas a painter who shows exquisite art of performers to the public,”

“You must be Edgar,” Helen hailing from Baltimore took a guess.

Standing up Edgar took a whiff of a Tonka Flower which made him feel like a victor in the world that had no right answers, “oh do I love that wonderful fake scent,” he chuckled, “makes me want to paint beautiful dancers.”

“Then would you like to help us with our thespian costs?”

“So live dancers can dance dance dance,” Edgar repeated a couple times, “of course how much?”

Excitedly stunned Helen left the art house and walked out into the ice rain that chilled the New Jersey bedroom community. Finding a scenic drive where the New York skyline was a picture post card she opened the envelope with the check, “this maybe a rubber band solution,” Helen whispered, “but our show will be a winner.”