Magic Nights Movie: Scene 2

Posted by katie on October 2, 2012 in All Posts, Empowerment and Success, Magic Nights for Children |
Tony Seville's Pirate's Alley Cafe

Pirate’s Cafe by Greenasian

Kate tucked the sheet of paper inside her notebook and, wrapping the leather cord around its  cover.  She lifted her eyes, surveying the scene in the bar.

The newcomers uneasily settled into their seats, their eyes darting to the windows and the weather outside. Bob’s Barmaid made the rounds, but few were interested in her menu. 

A large official man, Bernard, stalked into the tavern, taking an authoritative stance.  The guests moved their eyes to him and waited.  Bernard was never short on words, or orders to hand out, given the opportunity.

Kate moved quietly toward the back of the bar and sidled up next to Bob.  Both of them turned a blank gaze toward Bernard. He took a breath and began to bark: “Everyone, follow me.  It looks like a bad one. ” There were a few low groans from the crowd. He got louder, “You know the drill. Everyone goes to the city shelter room until this blows over.” Then his voice softened slightly, but didn’t gain one ounce of sincerity, “We will keep you informed of developments at all times. Now please move along.”

Kate and Bob leaned back against the bar as the rest filed out. Then Bob followed behind the crowd to the door. “Come back soon.” He called out easily and loudly, as if it were any other closing time.

From the street, Bernard, still shouting orders, threw a backward glance at Bob, glaring at him with cultivated resentment. Bob casually swung the heavy door shut and threw its latch, then turned a bolt.  The deep heavy clunk of steel signaled that the inner mechanisms of the well-fortified door were engaged. Another gust of wind hit the door in protest, but it was unmoved.

Bob and Kate stood near the window. “So, Kate, how is the weather?” Bob inquired, Kate put her hands in the air, as if feeling it’s currents through the thick panes of glass. Bob looked at her face intently. Kate laughed, “It’s a blustery day.”   But then she closed her eyes and extended her arms and hands more, purposefully. They  swept back and forth, up and down, carving the air as if to entrance it.  But Bob was the one taken into a trance. Soon her motions came to balance and stillness, paused then drifted down to her sides.

Suddenly she grabbed Bob and swung him around playfully.  Just as suddenly, she sat down again and took a deep breath. “That feels a little better.” she sighed. Bob, unsettled, backed away just a little. “They’ll be back soon.” was his excuse as he moved back from Kate to take care of the bar.

Outside, the wind calmed for a moment, then picked up again. Kate moved away from the window and perched herself on a bar stool near where Bob was busying himself. She unwrapped her notebook and pulled out the page marked Bob’s #1 and her pen. She looked up at Bob for a moment, thinking, then began to write:

“What if you had a brilliant idea.  Would it be big or small? Who would it help? How would it feel? What would it do?”

She folded the paper up, keeping it under her fingers and she reached deep into her vest with her other hand and touched her gold ball, then brought out her hand to reveal the traces of gold it had left there.  “Bob-” Bob stopped wiping the bar.  “Remember the gold ball?” “Yeah.” Bob replied. Kate planted her gold dusted fingertips on the sheet of paper and pushed it forward. “Come to my ship tonight, say – eight.  I’ll tell you about it.”  Bob stood there for a moment, glancing down at it, feigning disinterest.  Then Kate pulled the paper back and waited until she had Bob’s attention.

Bob’s expression gave just a hint of interest. Kate knew Bob well enough to know that he, like many, wanted that quick fix, that easy instant answer. And the process of getting that gold ball was anything but quick and easy. It was the result of years of work and experimentation. But she also knew that Bob had a good heart, and sometimes an open mind.  After all, he did put up with Kate’s tendency to wax metaphysical on him, and still seemed to like her company. So, taking that chance, Kate took her hand off the piece of paper on the counter and went toward the window.

The weather outside was still blustery, but less strange. People were already coming out of the town hall, talking among themselves, relieved to get on with their lives. Bernard stood on the steps importantly, scowling at the sky and fending off the annoyed questions from a few townspeople. 

Back in the bar, Bob read the paper Kate had left. Kate glanced back at him casually. “ Tonight then?”  Bob left the paper to rest on the bar, working around it as if afraid acknowledge its existence. “Yeah.” He replied.

Kate was also eager to get on with her day. She pulled out her crystal ball communicator and glanced at its colorful display.  “Shit. I’m going to be late. Got to go!”. She dropped her ball as she grabbed her coat and pulled it on. The ball rolled away, then stopped and rolled back to her feet.  She waited for it to stop, then swooped it up, tucking it into a silver-lined pouch at her waist.  

Bob sneered. “They’ll find you anywhere.”  Kate retorted, “If I let them.” She stood in the doorway, holding tight to the brim of her hat, and let her hair blow in the wind a moment, then Kate stepped out into the world.  Bob watched her leave, with one hand slyly reaching out to the paper, keeping it from blowing away with the wind that blew in the door. He slid it off the bar and into his apron.  Then he went to the door to secure it and stepped to the window to watch as Kate disappeared into the morning mist.

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