Whose Backing Up The Singer?

Where the gulf meets the stream Hal and Dale polished the fountain of youth on the first Saturday in March when a maiden with special weight appeared looking to make riches.

“How can I help you?” Hal asked.

“They call me, ‘sweet cherry pie’ and I am out of the money,” the talented entertainer’s outstretched hand defended her fast track and firm turf needs, “I let it ride in this theatrical place out west and,”

“You have to summon your courage to stay in a show,” Dale explained.

“Well, when I was in Scotland, I was a winner,” she mentioned, “now I am,”

“Needing a break?” Hal asked.
“Maybe take a spa day,” Dale suggested.

“Well, what happened is there is this dude in Colorado,” Sweet Cherry Pie recounted, “he is a winner, named Colonel Liam, who always had something at stake.”

“Really,” Hal and Dale seemed impressed.

“Now a veteran retired he performs contracted ‘webslinger feats’ in a second,”

“Oh, he is a superhero,” Hal blurted out.

“At Comic Con?” Dale questioned.

“No, he is nicknamed the ‘spider terminator’, whacks eight legs, like that,” Sweet Cherry Pie corrected snapping her fingers.

“Really,”

“After a three-year-old campaign he wrote a boppy o tune and I put it in my show,” Sweet Cherry Pie told them, “I said Ok boomer, he was once military, dropped f bombs, I am out of the money, and I need this to work,”

“And did it?”

“Colonel Liam, who at the time referred to me as ‘My Lady’,” Sweet Cherry Pie kept spinning away, “since I was a winner, said I was the very one to have a stake in and I believed him, I did not need any higher truth in the mountainous place.”

“Things then fell apart,” Hal predicted.

“Fell flat like a bee wanting honey,” Dale interpreted.

“Your right, for the next few years, we both were transients traveling with the show until Colonel Liam started breeding and disappeared from everyone’s radar.”

“Leaving you penny less,” Hal assumed.

“Now sweet cherry pie is a stage name but when you are out of the money, what do they call you?” Dale folded his arms.

“Virginia Joy,”

“Such an innocent young name,” Hal commented.

“Here,” Dale followed grabbing a plastic cup next to the spout, “take this water inside the glass and drink it.”

Virginia accepted and within minutes felt like a million bucks, full of energy.

“It’s the Fountain of Youth magic,” the two gentlemen smiled.

Later that evening inside the Carousel Club, as the statue horses went round and round a beautiful voice sounded throughout the venue. Sweet Cherry Pie was back on stage and getting paid.