I'm With the Band?

By Lawna Hurl

A Movie Length Tale™ from Aisle Seat Books™.

A fast-rising young publicist with a preference for alternative music that she shares with her serious musician boyfriend gets sent on a world tour with the hottest boy band on the planet. What could go wrong?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aisle Seat Books
• Release date: Jun 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781935655787

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A Movie Length

Romantic Comedy Tale

For Readers

13 and up.

Written by

Lawna Hurl.

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Lyme, New Hampshire

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Copyright © 2013 Lawna Hurl

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: 978-1-935655-78-7

ISBN-10: 1-935655-78-7

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013940842

Published by Aisle Seat Books, an imprint of

GrayBooks LLC

1 Main Street

Lyme, New Hampshire 03768

www.Tales2Film.com

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Romantic Comedy

Ages 13 and up

Theater lights dim.

Fade in:

Fingers glide easily across the neck of an acoustic guitar, while the fingers picking on the strings further down dance playfully across the strings. On stage, the maestro is purposefully and stylishly disheveled, but he is so cool that it doesn’t look contrived.

The club is small, dark and dirty. Velvet curtains cover the walls that haven’t seen either sun or cleaning supplies in decades. The floor is uneven and sticky from spilt drinks and other liquid-like materials that weren’t meant to be there. Tables and chairs are mismatched and of varying sizes and colors. Yet, every table is full and there is standing room only at the back.

The performer has the complete and total attention of the entire room as he expertly takes the audience on a musical folk journey.

As his last song ends, the crowd is almost afraid too react, lest they miss one more note or uttered sound. When the length of silence is clearly a sign the show is over, there is an eruption of applause and whistles.

The performer exits the stage and is instantly rushed by reporters and media until a young public relations expert steps in and commands their attention.

Thank you everyone, thank you, says Gracie Merlin as she tucks some of her medium length sandy blond hair behind her ear. She is only in her mid-twenties but has the presence of someone older, somehow managing to pull off hipster chic while drinking draft beer. The world will be at her feet someday, whether it wants to be or not.

Tellie Markham won’t be taking any questions tonight, she continues. He has to leave to catch a flight immediately. You all have his promo material and my contact information if you need anything more. We have another great act coming on the stage momentarily.

Tellie thanks Gracie and is whisked out the back by security. The group of journalists deflates and starts to move back into the audience. Slowly many of them start to make their way to the door, much to the distress of the Gracie. She glances anxiously at the stage where the next act is just getting set up.

On this performer the look of being hip is a little too contrived with a little too much greasy hair and five o’clock shadow. As he starts to play, more and more of the audience heads to the door. Woody Guthrie rolls over in his grave at the maimed tunes that are being playing in the tradition of his name.

Of the few paying attention are Gracie and her assistant, who are sitting at a raised bar table off to the side of the main stage. Empty glasses litter the table and replacement drinks aren’t coming fast enough.

Gracie, I know this is your guy, but this is painful, says the assistant, sipping desperately through a straw in a glass that long ago had no more alcohol left to drink.

Gracie arches her shoulders and leans forward. I think it’s going well. Maybe a few sound issues, she says. Besides, Richie, this is firm business. David could be a huge client someday.

He’s a huge something, Richie can’t help but smirk. He is a young, well dressed and good looking man in his early twenties, with a sense of style that makes him often mistaken for being gay. It’s clear this club isn’t his first choice.

As the song ends, there is a smattering of applause. The performer casually nods and leans toward the mic. In a low husky voice he says, Thanks for listening. I’d like to play a few more songs for you but I think there are some sound adjustments so I’ll be right back.

He slings his guitar over his back and leaves the stage, making his way over to Gracie and Richie. The sound tech wanders on to the stage confused, not sure what to do.

When David reaches the table he pulls the guitar in front of him and gently rests it between his legs.

David, what’s the matter? asks Gracie.

David is scouring the audience to see who might have been watching. The sound was tinny. This venue is shit.

Richie isn’t sure if he should say anything, but ventures with a thoughtful, I thought it was good.

You wouldn’t know David replies harshly. It’s really tough to perform under these conditions. I just need a few minutes between me and that last guy.

Anything we can do? Gracie asks helpfully.

No, you should go.

Richie perks up before Gracie’s look lets him know they aren’t going anywhere.

We aren’t going anywhere, she says to David.

Thanks babe. I need a drink.

David gets up, slings his guitar over his back and walks towards the bar.

Seriously, Richie sulks. "I know I’m your assistant