That is such a creative idea to combine the Last Blast dance with a tribute to musicians who have recently passed, especially with you being such a big music buff and some of those who have gone before being your favorites. <--That sentence is way too long. Anyway, great chapter.
Post by André DiMera on May 26, 2016 7:42:19 GMT -5
SALEM UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL MARLENA: I don't think you know what you're asking me to do. Tommy sat across the desk from Marlena in her office. TOMMY: It's not anything you shouldn't already have done. Surely you've encountered patients with amnesia before. MARLENA: I have, and don't call me Shirley. TOMMY: I assume you knew Jan from before she went into her coma? MARLENA: Not well, but I knew enough. I knew her more from what I heard from others, and what little I saw. She went to high school with my daughter, Belle. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good experience for either of them. Marlena sighed. MARLENA: But, as a doctor, I must put my personal feelings aside and remain professional at all times. So...if you think that I'm really the best person for the job, I'll do it. TOMMY: Excellent. I'll take you to her. Tommy led Marlena to Jan's room. She was sitting up in her bed. TOMMY: Hello, Jan. How are you feeling? JAN: Okay, I guess. Confused, but okay. TOMMY: That's understandable. JAN: Is this really 2016? TOMMY: It is, yes. JAN: That would make me...32? TOMMY: Indeed it would. Tommy motioned to Marlena. TOMMY: Jan, this is Dr. Evans. She's going to be talking to you about some things for a while. At least until you get your memory back. JAN: Dr. Evans...that's a nice name. MARLENA: Thank you. Marlena sat down in a chair near the bed. JAN: Did we meet? Before my accident, I mean. I know I was in an accident, because that's what Dr. Jonas and Dr. Horton have told me, but I don't remember it. MARLENA: We had met, yes. Only a handful of times. JAN: Okay. MARLENA: Jan, what's the last thing you remmeber? Jan thought for a moment. JAN: I was in school, hanging out with my boyfriend, Jason. And there was this new girl. I know this might not be nice to say, but she was kinda frumpy looking and had baggy, black clothes. She wasn't, like, goth or anything. Actually, she looked kinda ghoulish. Actually, Jason and I came up with this nickname for her: Ghoul Girl. Again, like I said, not the nicest. MARLENA: I see.
CLAIRE'S BEDROOM It was now mid afternoon. Claire was sitting on her bed, doing things on her laptop. Ciara walked in. Claire looked up. CIARA: Hey. CLAIRE: Hey. CIARA: Whatcha doin'? CLAIRE: Just putting up a video on YouTube. I did a cover of this really cool song by Carole King, “Will You Love Me Tomorrow”. CIARA: That's cool. Ciara put her backpack down and sat on the bed next to Claire. CIARA: How many likes has it gotten so far? CLAIRE: Well, I only just put it up, so it hasn't gotten any yet. CIARA: Well, I'm sure it'll get, like, a thousand. Claire laughed. CLAIRE: I wish. So, what do you want to do tonight? CIARA: Well, since you're the music expert, I figured maybe you could educate me on some of the singers who've died so I have some idea of what's going on at the Last Blast. CLAIRE: That would be awesome! Okay, we have to start with Bowie!
Post by André DiMera on May 27, 2016 6:51:18 GMT -5
ALLEYWAY Hugh stood in an alley behind the Brady Pub. He looked around, as if waiting for someone. Quite soon, the person he was waiting for showed up. He was a few years older than Hugh, probably in his early 50s. The two looked similar. This is Hugh's brother, Ernan. Like Hugh, he speaks in an Irish accent, only his is thicker. ERNAN: What have you found? HUGH: Not much so far. Just that the old man is dead, which we knew already. The girl said that her grandmother is still alive, but I doubt she knows anything. ERNAN: What about the other old man? HUGH: Him? Didn't you hear, he died years ago. ERNAN: Oh, I know his type. Death is too good for him. HUGH: So, what do we do now, Eirnin? ERNAN: I think it's time we paid them a visit. The two men walked off.
DIMERA MANSION Bart was walking around. BART: Man, it is so weird being back in this place again. It feels like it's been so long! I wonder if... Bart walked down the stairs and knocked on a door. Rolf opened the door. BART: Rolfie! My buddy! How are ya? Rolf sighed. ROLF: Bart, what are you doing here?
CLAIRE'S BEDROOM Claire and Ciara were watching YouTube videos on Claire's laptop. They had just finished watching a clip from Chappelle's Show. CIARA: So that was actually Rick James? CLAIRE: During the bits with the green screen in the background, yeah. CIARA: That's so cool that they got the real him! CLAIRE: I know! CIARA: Okay, so my favorite so far was definitely “Underground” by David Bowie. CLAIRE: If you liked that, I'll have to show you the movie Labyrinth. That's where it comes from. CIARA: I'd love to see it. Claire stood up. CLAIRE: I'll be right back. CIARA: Hey, it looks like you got a comment on that video you put up earlier. CLAIRE: Cool. Take a look and tell me about it when I get back. CIARA: All right. Claire left the room. Ciara clicked on the notification and read the comment that someone had left on Claire's “Will You Love Me Tomorrow” video. She looked slightly concerned. A moment later, Claire walked back in. CLAIRE: Hey. Ciara quickly shut the laptop. CIARA: Hey. CLAIRE: What'd the comment say? CIARA: Oh, that? It was nothing. I thought it was a comment, but it wasn't. It was just some random notification. CLAIRE: About what? CIARA: I don't know. Some band you like put up some new video or something. CLAIRE: Ciara, you're hiding something from me. What is it? CIARA: Seriously, it's nothing. Sorry to get you excited over nothing. CLAIRE: Let me see. Claire opened the laptop. CIARA: No, Claire, you really don't want to do that... CLAIRE: Sure I do. I mean, it can't be that bad, right? Claire scrolled down to the comments section. Her face fell as she read the comment: “Sure, I'll love you tomorrow, as long as you stop screeching into your computer. Singing? Please, girl, don't flatter yourself. A dying cat sounds better. lol” Claire closed the window and shut her laptop. CIARA: Claire, I'm sorry. CLAIRE: It's...it's fine. I'm fine. CIARA: You sure? CLAIRE: Yeah...yeah. It's whatever. Let's just go watch Labyrinth. CIARA: Okay. Claire walked out of the room. Ciara followed her.