The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #16815   Message #159625
Posted By: Lonesome EJ
07-Jan-00 - 02:29 PM
Thread Name: THE DAY THEY CAME FOR MUDCAT
Subject: RE: THE DAY THEY CAME FOR MUDCAT
Peter... I would like to, well round out my character a bit more. I just don't seem him speaking so matter-of-factly about a place like the Tavern. A slight rewrite (with your permission) might go something like...

enter LEJ stage right, wearing a tuxedo, his eyes care-worn but kind.

LEJ: I need a drink. A tall cool one that reminds me of her.
BBC: Sure, Boss. St Pauli Girl ?
LEJ: No, she was from Copenhagen. A real looker, but she had a way of breaking my heart with nothing more than that melancholy smile. I thought it was all over back in Paris..
BBC: France, Boss?
LEJ: No. Kentucky. When I put her on that Greyhound with a change of underwear, a busted D Marine Band harp, and a sawbuck, I guess I never thought I'd see her again. But of all the Virtual joints in the entire Cyber World, she walks into mine...
Banjer(sitting in the corner tuning banjo)Banjer: Hey, LEJ. Shall I do another medley of Top Hits of the 20th Louisiana Zoauves/
LEJ: No, Banj, play the one... the one she liked...
Banj: You mean..?
LEJ: Yeah, Neal Diamond's I am I said. But make it sound like Earl Scruggs with the Foggy Mountain Boys.

Whaddaya think PT?