JOEL gripped his program as he watched the play. The actors playing Don Quixote and Sancho Panza rode up to the inn, to ask if there was any room for weary travelers. Joel had seen Man Of La Mancha many, many times, and knew that this is the point in the story where Aldonza, the whore, enters. Now, it's not in the play script that "ALDONZA, in a leather bust...
June 2000 She moved so gracefully. Well, to be fair, they all did. When you are a dancing with the New York City Ballet, if you weren't one of the best, you weren't there. But there was something about this petite blonde haired beauty that struck Sam's fancy. Her breasts were perky and round and looked firm beneath her tight leotard. Her smile made her eyes...
2000: “Aren’t you ready yet, Sol?” called Rosanna impatiently from Solace’s living room. She glanced again at her watch, noting they had less than an hour to get to the rehearsal in time. They would have to take a taxi. Katrina would give them the evil eye. Rosanna could not understand why Solace found it so difficult to get herself together each time. She s...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18. ***** I've had a lot of sex. A lot. As a straight man in the theatre world I've had my choice of the ladies in most shows; married, single, older, younger. Dancers, ahh...the flexibility and athleticism...singers...they know how to use their mouths and breath. This particular story begins about 8 years...
Note: This story is pure fiction. It is also a prelude to Back Stage Bliss by Tabby JJ Kitty. It was a very wacky play written by a good friend of the director. Everybody was a good friend of the director. He was just one of those guys. His name was Fred. My then boyfriend, Steve, would come to rehearsals sometimes when Fred needed an extra pair of eyes for...
Justine was also broken up. Broken up, lost like a sweater without one correct stitch. But she too was moving up. And out. She moved to D.C. and took classes at the University there. She worked for an artist in residence program as a theater teacher. She was essentially a consultant who taught theater to what one might consider underprivileged kids in neighb...
Towards the latter part of college, I was in a long-term relationship with Jessica, whose roommate Laura and she and I all got into a drunken conversation late one night. We started telling the corniest jokes we knew, and when it was my turn, I told this one: Hillbillies Billy Ray and Billy Bob were sitting on the front porch whittling while their old hound...
When Bob Mason, the Director of Tours, called me into his office, I thought that I was going to be fired. My heart dropped when I received the email from him. His memo stressed the word immediately. I slowly rose from my leather chair and exited my small, insignificant cubicle and walked slowly towards his office. I reached the large, glass door at the end o...
She The Phoenix Sky Harbor airport was busy. I make my way to baggage claim with my trumpet on my back, laptop case in my hand and a carefree walk. Ready for two weeks of relaxing with no responsibilities. Well, no responsibilities other than playing one gig and hopefully a wonderful time with her. I stop at one of the shops and find a crossword puzzle bo...
I went to work Monday morning, but it was hard to get work done, or think about anything productive, since I was still thinking about Serena. How much fun we had in the last few days, and in the last month since we met. How close we came to disaster over the weekend. How it would hurt when she left. I did tell her we could forget about when we had said we lo...