|“Practice makes perfect,” I barked. “Now sing!”
I opened the suitcase on the bed, tossing tap shoes and Tovar-Tresses wiglets inside.
“Please, Francine,” she whimpered, red-rimmed eyes sodden. “Not again.”
I pulled her stage costumes from the wardrobe, wire hangers screaming against metal rod. “You’ve got God-given talents and you’re gonna use them.”
She moved to the window as I folded faux chinchilla and cerise velour into the suitcase.
“That’s what I want,” she said, looking outside.
I glanced too. Next-door neighbours were at their mid-afternoon carpool routine.
She sighed. “That high school carpool looks like heaven.”
I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her from lacquer-laden hair-do to fishnetted-feet.
“Listen, Mother – you’re my ticket out of this burg and I’m not about to cash it in!”
“But vaudeville’s dead, Francine!” she cried, head jerking. “It’s been dead seventy years.”
“But variety television’s still alive. Don’t let the dream die, Mother!”
I let her shoulders drop.
She stumbled, tapped her foot in awkward rhythm, then stopped. “This isn’t the life your father dreamed for us before he died,” she sniffed.
“I quit high school and worked three Dairy Queens to pay for these costumes,” I snapped, slamming the suitcase shut. “I’m only doing this for you.”
I dragged the suitcase down the stairs. Maybe Mother was right – maybe we needed a new act, something original, entirely extra original.
The suitcase clunked to the bottom of the stairs. A lightbulb flashed. The answer was obvious.
Mother … and Grandmother.
O’erleaping Ambition by Matt Potter
Filed under Matt Potter
10 responses to “O’erleaping Ambition by Matt Potter”
Nice, Matt–a twist on the sad situation of stage moms.
A stage of a stage… nicely done.
It’s like reading about hell for show biz moms. Sadistic and fun.
Thanks for the comments thus far … “sadistic and fun” … can’t beat that comment!
Okay, that’s just scary. The odd reversal (Listen, Mother – you’re my ticket out of this burg) had me wondering, as did the unsympathetic narrator. Good job.
Loved the role reversals here — makes for a wonderfully quirky story. Peace…
very deeply funny, a pleasure.
Fabulous “stage” details. Love the tension and dialogue here, really enjoyed this story
Pingback: Week #19 – The Last Time « 52|250 A Year of Flash