#57 - Wings
Unprepared, he thought; "Ok, I'll have to wing it!"
How often had he waited, patiently, in the wings for his chance to strut his stuff, show off his talent, only to be left there unneeded, unnecessary? Year after year, performance after performance, always ready, like the curtain, and the props. Just another nearly invisible accoutrement, barely noticed, yet told he was an important, integral asset to the success of the production.
After thousands of shows, always ready to step in to the starring roll immediately, he began to lose interest. He was either late for, or skipped rehearsals altogether. The script was given a cursory scan or not read at all. His reading material now was the want ads. Seeking new opportunities to find himself, find a focus, he was elsewhere in his mind.
Right before his eyes, Johnny had had a spell, a stroke they said. John Meriwether Whistlestop was down for the count. The star of the show, of countless shows, couldn't go on. He watched, dumbly as Johnny was wisked away to the Big City Teaching Hospital (BCTH).
"Mr. Lebeau, Mr. Lebeau Make up right away!"
"You're on in twenty minutes"
Wouldn't you know it! a once in a life time chance and he was going to have to wing it!