Good day, fellow travelers, and welcome to the seventh posting of volume three of the Blog. October is almost over and so is the first month of this story. Let me tell you, it's taken me to this point to figure out a schedule to write and publish. All I need now is the work ethic to do it (does anyone know where to get it?)
Now, as always, we recap the story so far. It began with a bad birthday that Conrad gave for his older sister Darlene, who was turning thirty. However, Conrad's best friend Cy calls Darlene a human iceberg: cold, unfeeling, and emotionless. This served to ruin the party, as Cy predicted in the first place. The party had only four people in attendence: Cy, Conrad, lone radio station intern Phil, and Cy's live-in girlfriend Joanne.
Later that night, as Phil was walking home in the rain, he saw a woman crying her eyes out in the rain. The woman, named Louise, proved interesting enough to Phil to have a makeshift date with. The two fell in love and the new romance was toasted by Cy but not Conrad, who blamed Cy for ruining the party for his sister. Meanwhile, Darlene has started to disappear lately, with Cy thinking nothing of it.
Over the last couple of weeks, we've seen Cy do other things, besides help Conrad look for his sister. We saw Cy take a crash course in the law for a primetime radio hosting gig, complete with the usual helping someone get off a murder charge. We also saw him try to complete his things for a perfect life only to learn that he already has it done pat. Beyond that, there's nothing more to say about the story, so forward we go.
Now, last week, I called this chapter "The Radio-a-Thon Siege" but, after seeing the last three chapter titles as being more poetic, I've changed it. Now, this week's chapter is titled "A Promise is a Promise, No Matter the Cost" How poetic. It's still the same story from last week. As you remember, at the end of last week, Cy had received a phone call. Now, I won't put you out of your misery and say who it was from. I will say that this phone call has an effect on this part of the story.
The previous chapter title should give you a hint as to what lays within. However, I shouldn't say anymore than that so you can enjoy the story below. Now, without delay, here's Chapter IV of Life in Hyperion, titled "A Promise is a Promise, No Matter the Cost"...
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As Cy and Conrad walk down the hallway at WHYP, their faces hold expressions of nervousness. They soon close in on a door, with the lettering “Clarence Gold, General Manager, WHYP 95.3 FM” written on it.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this, Cy.” says Conrad.
“Me, neither, but it has to be done.” says Cy as they reach the door.
“Why are we doing this?” asks Conrad.
“Because I promised.” says Cy.
“Every time you make promises like that, trouble happens.” says Conrad.
“Just trust me.” says Cy, as he knocks on the office door.
“Come in.” says Mr. Gold, writing down something.
Cy then opens the door and he and Conrad walk into the room.
“What do you want, Scott and Harris?” asks Mr. Gold.
“We’re here to ask you of something.” says Cy.
“Spit it out, Scott.” says Mr. Gold.
“We want your permission to hold a radio-a-thon.” says Cy.
“A what?” asks Mr. Gold.
“A radio-a-thon, where we stay on the air for 24 hours straight.” says Cy.
“What for?” asks Mr. Gold.
“For charity. It’s a good cause we’re doing this for.” says Cy.
“And what do we get out of it?” asks Mr. Gold.
“The knowing that you have done good for humanity.” says Cy.
“What in the way of money?” asks Mr. Gold.
“All the money we make during the radio-a-thon goes to charity.” says Cy.
“Then how can we make money? I don’t see any radio-a-thon making a profit.” says Mr. Gold.
“The radio-a-thon is not about making a profit for the station. It’s about help those in need.” says Cy.
“Scott, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in a recession and we can’t afford to lose one cent of any money flowing into this station.” says Mr. Gold.
“Are you saying that we can’t do a radio-a-thon because we can’t afford it?” asks Cy.
“That’s what I’m saying, Scott. I’m sorry, but the economy is in too bad a shape for us to do such a money-losing venture as this.” says Mr. Gold.
“Mr. Gold, I will prove to you that what you’re saying is wrong.” says Cy as he turns to leave.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gold.” says Conrad as he follows Cy out of the room.
“I can’t believe that… that… scrooge!” says Cy as he closes the door.
“What can you do about it?” asks Conrad.
“I don’t know. I made a promise and I must keep it.” says Cy.
“You’ll think of something.” says Conrad as he walks away.
As Cy leans back against the wall next to the door, he finds his mind going back in time. It is December of 1994, and young Cy and Conrad stroll down the streets of New York City on their way home from school. The sidewalks and store fronts are decorated for the Christmas season at hand.
“Christmas comes only once a year, doesn't it, Cy?” asks Conrad.
“I don't know. Isn't Christmas on the 25th?” says Cy.
“I know, but you need time to get your shopping done before then.” says Conrad.
“Is that the meaning of Christmas?” asks Cy.
“I don't know. It seems so, Cy.” says Conrad.
“Why should I ask you?" asks Cy.
“I have no idea, Cy.” says Conrad.
“That's the point. Every year at this time, I keep wondering what the true meaning of Christmas is.” says Cy.
“Maybe you should ask your mother.” says Conrad.
“I think I'll do that when I get home.” says Cy.
At home, Cy's mother, the actress Debralee Scott, is busy placing ornaments on a Christmas tree. In the reflection of one, she spots the entry of her 11-year-old son.
“Welcome home, Cy. How was school?” says Debralee.
“Just fine, Mama. Same old, same old.” says Cy, putting down his book bag.
“That's good to know.” says Debralee.
“Mama, can I ask you a question?” asks Cy.
“Why, sure you can, son.” says Debralee.
“What's the meaning of Christmas?” asks Cy.
“Why do you ask that?” asks Debralee.
“Because me and Conrad were walking home today and we saw all the decorations up.” says Cy.
“And that got your little mind going?” asks Debralee.
“That it did, Mama.” says Cy.
“Well, Cy, there are many meanings to Christmas.” says Debralee.
“But which one should I believe in?” asks Cy.
“Cy, I guess the most basic meaning is that Christmas is a time to spend with those that love you very much.” says Debralee.
“Like you, Mama?” asks Cy.
“Yes, like me.” says Debralee.
“What about those you don’t know?” asks Cy.
“Well then, we honor those we don’t know by helping them out during the holidays.” says Debralee.
“What if something keeps me from helping them?” asks Cy.
“Then you find a way to help them, Cy. Remember what I told you, a promise to someone is something that can’t be broken, not by anyone.” says Debralee.
“I guess Christmas is the time of year to really be thankful for others.” says Cy.
“That I agree.” says Debralee.
“Time to trim the tree, Mama.” says Cy.
Cy and Debralee all take their time in trimming the tree, enjoying the activity well, with laughs and many jokes being told. All that occurs as the scene makes its way back to the present day, where Cy is still leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, in a flash, he springs from the wall and runs his way down the hallway towards Conrad, who is now leaving the building, bundled in his winter ware.
“Conrad, stop!” screams Cy as he arrives at the front door.
“What is it, Cy?” asks Conrad, stopping in his tracks.
“I have an idea. We’re gonna do the radio-a-thon after all.” says Cy.
“Mr. Gold change his mind?” asks Conrad.
“No, but we’re gonna take to the airwaves for a good cause anyway.” says Cy.
“What are you talking?” asks Conrad as Cy puts on his own winter ware.
“Just walk with me out of the building and hear my plan.” says Cy as he and Conrad make their way out of the building.
Later that day, at his home, Cy is busy talking on the phone. As he nears the end of his call, Joanne enters the room, who overhears the tail end of the call.
“Just trust me, I know what I’m doing… I got it… Just be here on Friday… Alright, goodbye.” says Cy, who then hangs up the phone.
“What are you doing, Cy?” asks Joanne as she walks up.
“Just putting together the best plan to help sick kids ever.” says Cy.
“Must you always talk in riddles?” says Joanne.
“I can’t help it. What I’m planning is a great event. I can’t let anything bad happen right now.” says Cy.
“Can I help?” asks Joanne.
“I was hoping you would ask me that.” says Cy.
“What do you want of me?” asks Joanne.
“I want you to tell your class tomorrow to write a report on sick children.” says Cy.
“Sick children?” says Joanne.
“It’s for what I’m planning. Tell them to write about sick children. They can write about any child they know who’s sick.” says Cy.
“Cy, what are you planning that requires this?” asks Joanne.
“I’ll tell you later. Just tell them.” says Cy.
“Okay. I trust you.” says Joanne.
On Thursday morning, Cy is walking his way into the green room. As he enters, he sees Conrad playing pinball and Phil sitting at the green room table, drinking some coffee.
“Good morning, people.” says Cy.
“Good morning, Cy.” says Phil.
“Same here.” says Conrad.
“I can’t believe today is here at last.” says Cy.
“Me, neither.” says Phil.
“I can only hope that the efforts we beget today will pay off in ways we can’t think of.” says Cy.
“Such grandiose plans for today, Cy.” says Conrad.
“Well, this day could mean the end of our jobs here at WHYP as we know it.” says Cy with a gulp.
“So, when do we start this?” asks Phil, looking up from his coffee.
“Start now. Set up the bank.” says Cy.
“Right.” says Phil, who then gets out of his chair and leaves the room.
“The operation has been set in motion now.” says Cy.
“So you say.” says Conrad.
“Trust me, Conrad. What we’re doing is worth whatever is thrown at us.” says Cy.
“I can only hope that this pans out.” says Conrad.
Meanwhile, in the studio, Barry and Terry are doing their radio show.
“I can’t believe that someone like her would do that.” says Barry, breathing out a cloud of cigarette smoke from his mouth.
“You should be more forgiving.” says Terry.
“I can’t be with someone like her.” says Barry.
As Barry and Terry continue their conversation, Phil enters the studio with a rectangular table under his arms. He sets up the table and then leaves. After a few seconds, he re-enters the studio with a couple of phones in his hands.
This activity continues for a few minutes as Phil enters and exits the studio with phones. Eventually, this activity catches the attention of Barry, who decides to confront Phil when he enters the studio once more.
“Phil, what the hell are you doing?” asks Barry, stopping the intern in his tracks.
“Just something for Cy.” says Phil.
“Why should I allow it during our show?” asks Barry.
“Because you must.” says Phil.
“Just be quiet about it.” says Barry.
Phil goes back to his activity, which involves hooking up the various phones on the table. Once Phil finishes with that, he exits the studio, rolling out phone wire all the way. Phil then, in the control room, plugs in the wire into a jack in a special soundboard. Phil then leaves the room.
“Cy, it’s done.” says Phil as he enters the green room.
“Great. By the way, I heard your little exchange with Barry. Thanks for not spilling the beans.” says Cy.
“I wonder if Mr. Gold heard it.” says Phil.
“Barry didn’t say what you were doing, so Mr. Gold is just confused. A confusion that’ll be cleared up in a moment.” says Cy.
“Good luck, Cy.” says Phil.
“Go to the control room and wait for us.” says Cy.
“Alright, Cy.” says Phil, who then leaves the room.
“Cy, this plan is about to happen.” says Conrad.
“I know. This must be what it feels like before you board a starship for the first time.” says Cy.
“Even at a time like this, in comes the references.” says Conrad.
As the time for their show grows near, Cy and Conrad are exiting the green room, making slow steps down the hallway.
“The moment is at hand, Conrad.” says Cy.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” says Conrad.
“We are, and we have committed to a sequence of events that must occur. This must happen.” says Cy.
“Does it have to?” asks Conrad.
“Trust me.” says Cy.
Cy and Conrad soon enter the control room to find Phil looking at Barry and Terry finishing their show.
“Hello, Phil.” says Conrad.
“Hello, you two. Ready to go?” says Phil.
“As ready as we can get.” says Cy.
“Same here.” says Conrad.
“And so, tune in for the Cy & Conrad Show, coming up next.” says Barry in the studio.
“Please do.” says Terry.
Barry and Terry then get out of their chairs and leave the studio, passing by Cy and Conrad silently.
“Well, away we go.” says Cy as he and Conrad make their way into the studio.
“I can only hope we stay on the air.” says Conrad, sitting down.
“We will.” says Cy.
“Here we go.” says Conrad.
With gusto, the show’s opening theme is played as the show begins.
Cy speaks into his mike, “Good morning, people. Welcome to another edition of the Cy & Conrad Show, here on WHYP. I’m Cy Scott.”
“And I’m Conrad Harris.” says Conrad.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today is a special show. I say that for what we’re about to do might mean the end of this station, if certain people can be believe.” says Cy.
“I think I got that.” says Conrad to himself.
“People, a few days ago, I entered into a promise and I was taught to always keep your promises if they ring true and did this one ring true.” says Cy.
“I know that.” says Conrad.
“The promise I made was for a radio-a-thon for a good cause. I tried to get Mr. Gold to honor that promise I made but he told me that, because of the recession, we can’t afford to lose any money coming into the station.” says Cy.
“That’s what he said.” says Conrad.
“Well, folks, at great personal risk, I decided to prove him wrong. So, I announce to all that this radio station, WHYP 95.3 FM, is now under a 24-hour radio-a-thon for St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital.” says Cy.
“And away we go, people.” says Conrad as Phil enters the studio.
“Let it be known that we have set up a phone bank inside the studio here. To start off, our station’s lone intern Phil will be manning the bank alone. For those of you wishing to make a donation, dial 555-1987 right now.” says Cy.
“Please do. Prove Cy is right in doing this.” says Conrad.
“If you say so, Conrad.” says Cy.
“You do realize that we only have one hour truly to ourselves?” asks Conrad.
“Leave this to me.” says Cy.
Just then, the phone at Phil’s position at the bank rings. Phil picks it up and begins writing something down at a pad of paper next to him.
“It appears that we have our first caller, Cy.” says Conrad.
“It would appear so. We now turn to this thing behind Conrad.” says Cy, pointing to a board on an easel that Phil set up during Barry and Terry’s show.
“What is it?” asks Conrad.
“It’s our tote board, as it says.” says Cy, referring to the fact that the board reads “Radio-a-Thon Donations So Far” on it.
“Why is it behind me?” asks Conrad.
“Because you’re the tote taker. When the amount increases, you note the increase on the board.” says Cy.
“I guess I can do that.” says Conrad as Phil hands him a piece of paper.
“And what’s our first donation?” asks Cy.
“$2.00.” says Conrad, writing the amount on the board.
“And our radio-a-thon is underway at last.” says Cy.
55 minutes later, Cy is sitting in front of the microphone as he stares at the tote board, now saying $26.50.
“We now closing in on the top of the hour here at the radio-a-thon. Now, we’ll prove to Mr. Gold that this is not just my rebellion against greed.” says Cy.
“Are we?” says Conrad.
“Let it be known that as our show ends, the radio-a-thon goes on.” says Cy.
“Now it is know.” says Conrad.
“Now entering the studio is the host of the next show, Bob Lure.“ says Cy.
“Hey, man, how’s it going.” says Bob, entering the studio.
The man looks himself to be around 40, wearing a pair of sunglasses, black shirt, black pants, and a black beret on his hand, covering his brown hair. His manner is of a beatnik, complete with black gloves on his hands.
“Hello, Bob. I see it’s time for your show Bob’s Morning Jazz Café.” says Cy.
“That it is.” says Bob.
“Do you mind if we continue the radio-a-thon we started on our show?” asks Cy.
“You may so. In fact, I will help out by playing some jazz for the sick ones. They shouldn’t be deny the sounds of Davis, Parker, and the like.” says Bob.
“And make sure to play some of my favorites.” says Cy.
“I will. People, make sure you send some green to these two so they can give it to those who can help out those sick ones we need to remember.” says Bob.
“Right as rain.” says Conrad.
“Conrad, have we more money?” asks Cy.
“Yes, we do. Phil just handed me an update. The total is now $35.00.” says Conrad.
“Write it up, Conrad.” says Cy.
“Gladly.” says Conrad as he writes it on the tote board.
45 minutes late, Cy and Bob are finishing up playing an old jazz record as Cy looks over at the tote board, seeing it read $53.00.
“That was a good selection of jazz, my friend.” says Cy to Bob.
“Thank you, Cy. I know how big a fan you are of these sounds and I hope that this radio-a-thon truly works.” says Bob.
“We’re making it work.” says Cy.
“Cy, we have more money coming in.” says Conrad.
“How much?” asks Cy.
“Someone has donated $30.00, bringing the total to $83.00.” says Conrad.
“Write it on the tote.” says Cy.
“Updating it now.” says Conrad, writing on the tote board.
“Excuse me, Cy. I see the boss man in the control room and he’s pointing a finger at you, man.” says Bob.
“Well, I must see what he wants.” says Cy, who then makes his leave.
“What are you doing?” asks Mr. Gold as Cy exits the studio.
“Guest hosting a show.” says Cy.
“You’re doing your stupid radio-a-thon, aren’t you?” says Mr. Gold.
“We are, and you can’t stop us.” says Cy.
“Oh, yes, I can. I can prove that what you’re doing is illegal.” says Mr. Gold.
“You would accuse the host of the station’s law show of doing illegal things?” says Cy.
“Give me time.” says Mr. Gold.
“And until then, you can’t pull off the air without FCC approval.” says Cy.
“I’ll find a way.” says Mr. Gold, who then leaves the control room.
“What did he want?” asks Conrad as Cy re-enters the studio.
“Just threatening us. His usual way.” says Cy.
“I wonder what he’s gonna do next.” says Conrad.
An hour later, Cy and Bob are in the middle of playing a jazz record as Cy takes in the tote board, now reading $151.00.
“The radio-a-thon rolls on in its third hour as we play the best jazz I can think of.” says Bob.
“And me.” says Cy.
“I trust your jazz judgment.” says Bob.
“Our donations total is now $159.00.” says Conrad, writing on the tote board.
“I can’t believe that all of this is coming from just one phone. I mean, I had seven phones set up and only one is open now. Remember, dial 555-1987 to donate.” says Cy.
“Say, I see the Gold man has descended upon the control room again, and he’s brought a friend in blue.” says Bob as the record come to an end.
“I’ll look into it again.” says Cy, who then leaves the studio.
“Hello, Scott.” says Mr. Gold, who is standing next to Officer Grace as Cy enters the room.
“Hello, Mr. Gold. I see you brought Officer Grace with you.” says Cy.
“She’s here to arrest you for operating a illegal charity drive without permission.” says Mr. Gold.
“This isn’t an illegal charity drive. If you’ll notice, that’s not our show running in there.” says Cy.
“Doesn’t matter. I told you that this station can’t afford to lose money and that’s what you’re doing.” says Mr. Gold.
“Hold on, Mr. Gold. Procedure permits me to ask a few questions.” says Officer Grace.
“Go ahead, Officer.” says Mr. Gold.
“Cy, what are you doing in there?” asks Officer Grace.
“I’m doing a radio-a-thon, with the help of my fellow station personnel, all of whom I talked to before I started this. If you ask Bob, he’ll tell you that I asked him yesterday.” says Cy.
“Is this a true charity drive?” asks Officer Grace.
“Every cent we’re making in there is cleared through the First National Bank of Hyperion and is going to St. Jude’s at the end of the radio-a-thon by special guest.” says Cy.
“Well, you seem to have all your ducks in a row.” says Officer Grace.
“You think I would do anything less?” says Cy.
“Say, Cy, can I join in?” asks Officer Grace.
“You mean it?” asks Cy to Officer Grace.
“I do. I’ve been listening and I wanna help out.” says Officer Grace.
“Then come join the phone bank.” says Cy as he guides Officer Grace into the studio.
“I’ll sit next to Phil.” says Officer Grace.
“Cy, the tote is now $202.00.” says Conrad, writing on the tote board.
“Ladies and gentlemen, a second phone line is now open. Our own Officer Grace is now taking donations at 555-1986. Call now.” says Cy, speaking into the microphone.
“Now with two lines open, more money should pour in.” says Conrad.
“The more green, the better.” says Bob.
At noon, Cy watches as Bob gets out of his chair. He also looks at the tote board, now reading $298.00.
“The radio-a-thon now reaches its fourth hour as Bob now takes a spot at our phone bank. The line where you can find him is 555-1989, so send some more money.” says Cy as someone enters the studio.
“Cy, our next host.” says Conrad at the tote board.
“I believe that this is the host the WHYP Lunch Wagon, Mr. Chris Hardin.” says Cy.
The man looks to be 50, with his black hair graying in spots. Upon his head is an old cowboy hat. His appearance is 110% cowboy, with a denim shirt and pants. A gray handlebar mustache completes the whole thing.
“Hello, Cy. Ready to host the show?” says Chris, sitting down.
“I know nothing about cowboy music but I’m willing to learn as the radio-a-thon must continue.” says Cy.
“I’m ready to play the heroes of the west, who would approve of what you’re doing right now.” says Chris.
“Ride ‘em cowboy.” says Cy.
“That’s the spirit.” says Chris.
Meanwhile, in his office, Mr. Gold is on the phone with someone from the FCC, as Barry looks on with a look of disdained concern.
“I can’t believe what you tell me.” says Mr. Gold.
“They’re not doing anything wrong, the way you describe it.” says Mr. Wilmer, the man from the FCC, on the other end.
“I can’t afford to lose any money, not in this recession.” says Mr. Gold.
“They’re only doing it for one day, not every day. Leave them alone.” says Mr. Wilmer.
“Just keep listening. They’ll admit their true intentions.” says Mr. Gold.
“For the last time, you can’t go off-air. So long.” says Mr. Wilmer before he hangs up.
“They can’t keep doing this.” says Barry, leaning against a wall.
“The FCC says they can. I mean, it would seem that Scott can’t be stopped.” says Mr. Gold.
“I can certainly try.” says Barry.
“I think we’ll let Scott and Harris shoot themselves off the air. Sooner or later, someone has to come collect that money.” says Mr. Gold.
“But I haven’t heard Cy say who’s gonna do that.” says Barry.
“Right.” says Mr. Gold with a glimmer in his eye.
20 minutes later, Mr. Gold enters the control room as Cy and Chris are finishing their playing of an old cowboy favorite.
“Those cowboys sure know how to yodel.” says Cy.
“That they do. It’s nice to share the lunch wagon with ya. I usually host alone but when you called me and asked me to help you in your radio-a-thon, I decided to let you in.” says Chris.
“I think I see Mr. Gold in the control room. I’ll see what he has to say.” says Cy, who then leaves studio for a moment.
“Hello, Mr. Gold.” says Cy as he enters the control room.
“Hello, Scott. I’ve got good news for you.” says Mr. Gold.
“What might that be?” asks Cy.
“I just got word from the FCC. I can’t take you off the air, so your little radio-a-thon can continue.” says Mr. Gold.
“Mr. Gold, I’ve decided to end my radio-a-thon at the bottom of the hour.” says Cy as he gives a secret signal to the sound engineer.
“Nice to know that sanity would return to you, Scott. It was only a matter of time.” says Mr. Gold, who then leaves the room.
“He’s one grumpy scrooge.” says Cy, returning to the studio.
“What did the boss man want?” asks Chris.
“Just remember what I told you yesterday.” says Cy.
“Got it.” says Chris as Cy and Conrad nod to each other.
30 minutes later, Chris gets on the microphone as the last song of the hour ends, with Cy and Conrad looking on with quiet breath.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time now for this cowboy to head on down the trail. Stay tuned for your regular programming.” says Chris.
At that moment, the sound engineer pushes a button on his console, beginning the usual programming after the show. He then pushes a button that places the audio only on the feed to Mr. Gold’s office.
“That was close. Welcome to hour five of the radio-a-thon. Now, Chris will take a spot at the phone bank. His line is 555-1985, so please continue to donate. These kids at St. Jude’s need this money so that they can receive the best treatment on Earth. As its founder said, ‘No child should have to die in the dawn of life.’.” says Cy.
“Cy, the donation total is now $388.00 now.” says Conrad, writing at the tote board.
“And with no other host to encounter for the next few hours, I would like to declare the time to the radio-a-thon. It’s the least it can do.” says Cy.
“Cy, I hope we can survive this.” says Conrad.
“With Mr. Gold listening to a separate feed than the rest of us, we’re good for a long while.” says Cy.
“Every pothole you fill.” says Conrad.
“All to make sure a smooth ride as the radio-a-thon heads into hour five.” says Cy.
“The total is now $400.00 even.” says Conrad.
“Why so even?” asks Cy.
“Because someone just donated $12.00 to even things out.” says Conrad.
“Thank you, donor with OCD. We’ll remember that if you decide to donate again. Let me say that you can do that. Donate up to three times. It all goes to the same place.” says Cy.
“I know that.” says Conrad.
“You know, I think it’s time we start using other voices to get some green.” says Cy.
“How so?” asks Conrad.
“I’ve brought some records and such to play on air.” says Cy.
“Play on.” says Conrad.
“Let me get the first record.” says Cy.
“What is it?” asks Conrad.
“This one here is a solid titled Free to Be… You and Me.” says Cy.
“Put it on.” says Conrad.
“Gladly.” says Cy.
As Cy plays the first track on the record, he feels something within him. A need that all people have from time to time.
“Conrad?” says Cy.
“Yes, Cy?” asks Conrad.
“I feel I need the bathroom right quick.” says Cy.
“Then go.” says Conrad.
“Okay, just remember to host the show in about 1 minute and 34 seconds.” says Cy as he darts his way out of the studio.
A minute later, Cy has finished up and is exiting the station’s main bathroom. As he exits, he feels someone standing a couple of feet from him.
“Hello, Cy.” says the voice of Barry, stopping Cy in his tracks.
“Hello, Barry, you Boston freak.” says Cy as Barry walks up to him.
“I see nature called you off the radio for a moment.” says Barry.
“Just a moment, Barry. I’m now heading back to host the radio-a-thon.” says Cy.
“Tell me, why are you doing this?” asks Barry.
“I’ve told everyone. It’s for charity.” says Cy.
“Is that her name?” asks Barry.
“Whose name?” says Cy.
“The name of the person you’ve giving the money to.” says Barry.
“Barry, you’re sick.” says Cy.
“Tell me, who are you giving this money to when your stupid radio-a-thon is over?” says Barry.
“It’s the person I promised to have this radio-a-thon for and for now, that name is under wraps.” says Cy.
“We’ll see how far you get with that kind of thinking.” says Barry, who then walks away.
A few hours later, Cy is still at the microphone as he looks over at the tote board, where Conrad has just written $712.00.
“As our radio-a-thon continue here in hour six, the total continues to climb higher and higher. In fact, we have passed the seven-hundred dollar mark.” says Cy.
“It would seem.” says Conrad.
“I think I should put on the next record.” says Cy.
“You should.” says Conrad.
“This next gem was requested by… “ says Cy as he looks at the control room.
“Requested by who, Cy?” asks Conrad.
“Conrad, our audio engineer informs us that we have a phone call.” says Cy.
“I guess we should answer it.” says Conrad.
“Hello, caller. This is WHYP.” says Cy as the call is put through.
“Hello, my brother.” says Darlene as the phone call comes over the speaker.
“Darlene, what do you want?” asks Conrad.
“I want you to explain why you’re doing this thing with Cyrus.” says Darlene.
“You mean the radio-a-thon?” says Cy.
“Just what are you hoping to accomplish, my brother?” asks Darlene.
“This isn’t my thing. It’s Cy’s thing.” says Conrad.
“That’s right. I know, being an iceberg, you have a natural hatred of children but can’t even you see how important this is?” says Cy.
“I know it is but why are you going with him, my brother?” says Darlene.
“Because he made a promise and I guess I feel he needs help to fulfill this promise.” says Conrad.
“My mother told me that promises are not made to be broken.” says Cy.
“Your promises are not worth much.” says Darlene.
“They must be to someone or I wouldn’t be doing this.” says Cy.
“A promise to me is worth more than anything you can think of.” says Darlene.
“My brother, please think about yourself. This whole thing will explode in Cyrus’ face and you’ll be taken down with him when he fails.” says Darlene.
“You know, I think sometimes I’m right about you.” says Cy.
“On what grounds?” asks Darlene.
“That there’s no humanity in you, despite my better judgment.” says Cy, giving the signal to cut off the call.
“Darlene giving you grief?” asks Conrad.
“She always does. Does she do that with you?” says Cy.
“A little. She’s convinced this thing is gonna end in failure.” says Conrad.
“A man named Norman Thomas once said ‘I am not the champion of lost causes. I am the champion of causes not yet won.’.” says Cy.
“What does that mean?” asks Conrad.
“It means, to us, that our fight is not done yet.” says Cy.
“You got that right.” says Conrad as he puts his headphones back on.
A couple of hours later, Cy has finished playing the latest record as he looks over at the tote board, now reading $1,257.
“And now, we’ve reached hour eight of the radio-a-thon for St. Jude’s. I can’t believe we have raised over twelve-hundred dollars.” says Cy.
“And the number keeps on climbing.” says Conrad.
“I know, and so, we’re to be descended upon by help of the musical kind.” says Cy.
“That’s right.” says Conrad.
“In the meantime, I thought we’d beginning the evening portion of the radio-a-thon with some stories of people in the area who were helped by St. Jude’s.” says Cy.
“That would be a good thing to do.” says Conrad.
“Our first subject is Alice.” says Cy.
At that moment, a nine-year-old girl, wearing a handkerchief on her head, along with a little green dress, with white lace all over. She walks up to Cy, who then lowers his microphone.
“Hello, Mr. Scott.” says Alice.
“Hello, Alice. Now, you remember why you’re here?” says Cy.
“I do. You want me to talk to the people about what I went through with leukemia.” says Alice.
“That’s right.” says Cy.
“It all started with some bruises that didn’t go away.“ says Alice.
“I see.” says Cy.
“After a while, my parents took me to the doctor and he said that I had leukemia.” says Alice.
“What happened after that?” asks Cy.
“I had to go into the hospital and have special treatments and such.” says Alice.
“I see. I know what it feels like to go through this.” says Cy.
“You’ve have this?” asks Alice.
“No, but someone I loved very much went through this and I know the pain this can cause.” says Cy.
“I was brave and I’m getting better.” says Alice.
“And that is because of the efforts of St. Jude’s. They helped this little girl to get better but they need your money to pay for it. Don’t feel like they’re a drain. These people are doing more for others than maybe you do.” says Cy.
“Speaking of others.” says Conrad, pointing to the figure of Joanne, standing in the control room.
“Excuse me, my dear. I have something to attend to.” says Cy as he takes off his headphones and leaves the studio.
“How goes the radio-a-thon?” asks Joanne as Cy enters the control room.
“As you see, we’re still on the air. What are you doing here?” says Cy.
“I brought the best of those reports.” says Joanne as she gestures to the stack of papers under her arm.
“Bring them in. How many made it?” says Cy.
“I picked the five best reports to be read on the air.” says Joanne.
“That’s great. I’ve managed to find a few kids helped by St. Jude’s from around here. They can mingle.” says Cy.
“Always the best.” says Joanne as she walks towards the control room door.
“Conrad, we’ve got some help now.” says Cy as he re-enters the studio.
“I can see that by the way you acting.” says Conrad as Cy put back on his headphones.
“Alice, please for awhile. We have some kids coming in with reports on how they’ve dealt with sickness.” says Cy.
“Thank you. It’ll be nice to hear them.” says Alice.
“They also get to meet you, the reason for their writing.” says Cy.
“Thanks.” says Alice.
A couple of hours later, Cy is busy speaking into the microphone as he looks over at the tote board, now reading $2,450, “As our radio-a-thon continues in hour ten, our total has passed two thousand dollars and the green keeps on coming.”
“So you say.” says Conrad.
“That it is. Now, we’re gonna move into the musical portion of the evening as we’re gonna have fun and songs from the Sidewinders in an hour.” says Cy.
“In fact, we’re here.” says a man, entering the studio.
“If it isn’t Elmer Badslow.” says Cy as he recognizes the mandolin player.
“Can we start setting up?” asks Elmer.
“Please do.” says Cy.
“Thanks.” says Elmer, who then leaves the studio.
“Conrad, I know you should be getting your banjo.” says Cy.
“I guess some music will bring in the dough.” says Conrad.
“I know.” says Cy.
“I guess I better get my banjo.” says Conrad.
“That would be a good thing to do.” says Cy, who then watches Conrad put down his headphones and leave the studio.
“Our tote board monitor has left for a moment but he’ll be back to record your donations.” says Cy.
Twenty minutes later, Conrad has not yet returned to the tote board, which now reads $2,740. In the middle of the studio is a line of microphone stands. As Cy looks on, he continues to talk.
“The music will be played in a few minutes. I know that for sure.” says Cy.
“Hello.” says Louise as she enters the studio with a guitar case.
“Hello, Louise.” says Cy, getting out of his chair for the first time in hours.
“Hello, my dear Cy.” says Louise.
“I see you’re here.” says Cy.
“That I am.” says Cy as Conrad enters the studio with his banjo.
“Excuse me… “ says Conrad, bumping into her.
“Louise, my dear.” says Louise.
“I didn’t recognize you for a second.” says Conrad.
“I can always remember a face.” says Louise.
“So can I.” says Cy.
“Why are you here?” asks Conrad.
“Are you here to man a phone? We have a few spots open.” says Cy.
“No, I’m here to sing.” says Louise.
“Sing?” asks Cy.
“I can do that. I’ve been practicing.” says Louise.
“Phil didn’t tell me about that.” says Cy.
“He doesn’t really know.” says Louise.
“Well, if you can sing, I guess we can’t deny you the honor of opening the musical portion of the radio-a-thon.” says Cy.
“I’ll set things up.” says Conrad, running off.
“Tell me, what kind of music do you play?” asks Cy.
“Country music, with a little folk thrown in.” says Louise.
“Proceed, my dear.” says Cy.
Louise then walks over to the line of microphones. One of them has been adjusted so it reaches Louise’s guitar, which is removed from its case. Louise takes her place and strums at the guitar for a moment. The strumming turn into a song rather quickly.
The song turns out to be an old Susan Raye number, “Plastic Trains, Paper Planes“. As all listen, they are stunned by the voice coming out of Louise. Cy himself is stunned into complete silence as he looks on. The lyrics reveal the song to be about children, in the spirit of the radio-a-thon.
As Conrad listens to the song, his mind starts going back in time. It is December of 1994 and Conrad is just returning home from walking home with Cy, who has continued on his way. As he enters, he hears the sounds of his mother and father talking away, standing around the Christmas tree.
“That seems to be a bit much tinsel.” says Wilbur.
“It's just enough.” says Lola.
“Hi, mom. Hi, dad.” says Conrad.
“Hello, son. Nice to see you made it again.” says Lola.
“I was with Cy.” says Conrad.
“I still get what you see in that boy.” says the 15-year-old Darlene, walking into the room.
Her appearance is a younger version of her iceberg outfit, very conservative and very covered, looking like she stepped out of a 19th century painting.
“Hello, sis.” says Conrad.
“Hello, my brother.” says Darlene.
“How was your day?” asks Conrad.
“It was a usual day.” says Darlene.
“It's Christmas, Darlene. Why don't you lighten up?” says Conrad.
“You've spent too much time with Cyrus.” says Darlene.
“He's a nice guy, and so is his mother.” says Conrad.
“That Debralee. I wonder what values she's giving her son.” says Wilbur.
“Good ones, I bet.” says Lola.
“I know that. She's always kind to people.” says Conrad.
“I'd mind him, if it wasn't for those parents of his, like that father of his." says Darlene.
“His father is a professional actor, Darlene. He also directs. Both of them want the best of him.” says Conrad.
“That's what Cyrus told you, but I don't believe it.” says Darlene.
“He says the truth. His mother told him never to lie.” says Conrad.
“If she wanted the best for her son, he'd be sent to a private school.” says Darlene.
“No one can be like you, Darlene.” says Conrad.
“He has his nerve to call me a human iceberg.” says Darlene.
“You are a little cold, Darlene.” says Conrad.
“Still, I am the best.” says Darlene.
“If you say so.” says Conrad.
“I always know so, my brother.” says Darlene.
“I worry, honey.” says Lola.
“Why do you ask?” asks Wilbur.
“She hasn't called Conrad by his name in a few months.” says Lola.
“It's just a phase, dear. She'll grow out of it.” says Wilbur.
“I've barely forgiven her for what you did to her.” says Lola.
“But you have just the same.” says Wilbur.
“That's what worries me, dear.” says Lola.
“Let's get back to the tree, Lola.” says Wilbur.
“I guess I have no choice.” says Lola.
“Sis, why don't we help them?” asks Conrad.
“It's a waste of time, my brother. Therefore, I will take my leave.” says Darlene, who then leaves the room.
“I'll help you.” says Conrad as he runs up to the tree.
As Conrad’s mind returns to the present, Louise is finishing up her song, which gives away to Cy’s excited clapping.
“What a voice you have, Louise.” says Cy.
“It’s nothing.” says Louise.
“Nothing, you say? Well, I think it’s a great voice and you have a future in music if you like.” says Cy.
“Thanks. It’s nice to know I have something people like to hear.” says Louise.
“Do you have another song?” asks Cy.
“I do.” says Louise.
“Then play it!” says Cy as Louise launches into an old Dolly Parton standard.
An hour later, the tote board now reads $3,357. Conrad and the rest of the Sidewinders are busy playing their first set as Louise now mans a phone at the bank.
“It would appear that the sounds of Louise in her official singing debut and the Sidewinders are making you send us more green.” says Cy.
“It would appear so.” says Phil, now manning the tote board.
“So, how was Louise’s voice?” asks Cy.
“I was blown away, Cy.” says Phil.
“How much so?” asks Cy.
“I couldn’t even take a call.” says Phil.
Well, at least we have a few other people taking them.” says Cy.
“What if the others wanna go home?” asks Phil.
“I told them that they go when they wish to, but I have a feeling they’re in it for the long haul.” says Cy.
“It would seem.” says Phil.
“I wonder how much we’ll get?” asks Cy.
“We’ll see, my friend.” says Phil.
Meanwhile, inside his office, Mr. Gold is busy working on some paperwork, listening to the radio. He is unaware of the fact that the show is an recording made by Cy the day before. Finishing up, he turns off the radio and leaves the office.
Still unaware of the truth, he heads to his car and gets in. He turns the ignition and the car starts. In the process, the radio comes on and, being turned to WHYP, the sounds of bluegrass flies through the speakers, which shocks Mr. Gold.
“What is this?” asks Mr. Gold as the song ends.
“The radio-a-thon now enters hour fourteen, with the Sidewinders still jamming away. The phone lines are still open and the donations are still pouring in.” says Cy.
“And that total looks to reach forever.” says Louise, now manning the tote board as Phil mans a phone again.
“I’m amazed wherever I look at that tote board. This must what it feels like at PBS during pledge drive.” says Cy.
“Still got energy, I see.” says Louise.
“Good thing my dear girlfriend keeps bringing us coffee.” says Cy as Joanne enters the studio with a tray of coffee cups.
“Here’s a fresh batch.” says Joanne.
“Thanks, my dear.” says Cy, taking one off the tray.
“That Scott. He tricked me!” screams Mr. Gold.
Quickly, he gets out of his car and walks up to the radio station. However, as he puts his hand on the door, he remembers what Mr. Wilmer, the FCC man, told him. Then, he remembers what Cy told him. He quickly runs back to his car and drives away in a hurry.
A few hours later, the tote board now reads $4,250. As the sounds of music and ringing phones fill the air, Cy continues to speak into the microphone, “Well, the music continues with the old standards and the coffee have stopped as Joanne now must nap for some time.”
“The donations just keep coming. I don’t know where they’re coming from.” says Louise.
“Listen, I’m just happy the money’s coming in. It doesn’t matter where. Let me say that the information we learn from you will remain between us. Only your money will be known.” says Cy.
“I think you’ll running out of words.” says Louise with a smug look on her face.
“I’ll get some new ones. I always do.” says Cy.
Some time later, Cy is looking over at the tote board, now reading $5,280, with tired eyes as he speaks into the microphone, “The Sidewinders have stopped their singing but they’ve now taken over the phone bank as the first group goes home to sleep.”
“And this girl is still at the tote board.” says Louise.
“At least Joanne is brewing coffee some more. I need it.” says Cy.
“It’s amazing that the nighttime people haven’t arrived.” says Louise.
“I told them to stay home, so I can play those oldies like Wolfman Jack.” says Cy.
“Are you able to?” asks Louise.
“Listen to Wolfman Cy as he lays some wax upon ya.” says Cy in his best Wolfman Jack voice.
“That was good.” says Louise.
“I’ve watched American Graffiti many times. It’s one of my favorites, and not because my mother’s in it for ten seconds with Harrison Ford’s arm around her.” says Cy.
“Keep telling tales like that.” says Louise.
“But it’s the truth. Go watch it.” says Cy.
“I believe you. What I can’t believe is how we’re still getting money at this hour.” says Louise.
“You know, I’ve figured out where this late night green is coming from.” says Cy.
“Where is it coming from?” asks Louise.
“From truckers.” says Cy.
“Are you sure?” says Louise.
“You see, these truckers are passing through our area. They hear our show, and they decide to send in money. Thus, the rise in total over the midnight hours.” says Cy.
“I think the lack of sleep has finally hit you.” says Louise.
“That doesn’t make me an idiot.” says Cy.
“Wanna bet?” says Louise.
“Just stay at the tote board.” says Cy.
Around 4:00 am, Cy is looking at the tote board, now reading $9,550, as if almost in a trance, which he snaps out of in time.
“Well, we’re on the doorstep of the ten-thousand dollar mark. I would like us to cross that mark before sunrise.” says Cy.
“This might help. Conrad just handed me a donation for $250.” says Louise.
“That raises our total to $9,800. Only $200 to go.” says Cy.
“Guess what?” says Louise.
“Yes, Louise?” says Cy.
“Someone just donated $250 to the radio-a-thon. The total has now passed ten thousand dollars and is now $10,050.” says Louise.
“So, we have made over ten thousand dollars for St. Jude’s. This should make some kids really happy.” says Cy.
“I think we’re making a difference at last.” says Louise.
“Let’s continue on, my dear.” says Cy.
As the sunrise nears in Hyperion, Cy is looking at the tote board, now reading $10,950, with refreshed spirit from many cups of coffee.
“Believe it or not, this is hour twenty-one of the radio-a-thon. The Sidewinders are still taking down donations and Louise is still at the tote board.” says Cy.
“Cy, I think the Sidewinders are in need of a snooze.” says Louise.
“Say, why don’t you give back the tote board to Conrad?” asks Cy.
“Gladly.” says Louise as she heads over to the phone bank and takes over Conrad’s place.
“I’m glad to be off those phones. I’ve got a cauliflower ear.” says Conrad as he walks up to the tote board.
“It’s nice to be talking to you for the first times in six hours.” says Cy.
“Me, too. I guess I’ll finish out the radio-a-thon.” says Conrad.
“Keep those nickels and dimes coming, people.” says Cy.
As the sun does rise over the station, Cy is busy talking into the microphone and looking at the tote board, now reading $11,340, “Well, our radio-a-thon is about to enter its twenty-second hour and the donations, while having slowed down a bit, are still coming in.”
“And I’m still writing them down.” says Conrad.
“I know many of you are wondering if those two fellows who occupy the next two hours will take part in the radio-a-thon.” says Cy.
“If I know Barry, his loyalty is to Mr. Gold and he’ll end our little radio-a-thon at once.” says Conrad.
“Trust me, I can deal with Barry and his faithless sidekick.” says Cy as he spies the two entering the control room.
“There they are. Be careful.” says Conrad as the two enter the studio.
“Okay, buddy. Your little radio-a-thon is over. Give back the airwaves to the money-makers.” says Barry.
“Why, Barry, we’ve made a million dollars and counting.” says Cy.
“And all of it is going into your bank account, you fraud.” says Barry.
“Don’t call me a fraud, you jerk.” says Cy.
“Wanna make something of it?” asks Barry.
“Let’s step outside.” says Cy, gesturing to the studio door.
“This is gonna be good.” says Conrad.
Barry makes his way out of the studio as Cy gets up to follow. However, when he reaches the door, Cy just pulls the door closed and locks it.
“Of course, it helps to take a page from the book of cowards.” says Cy.
“I can’t believe you did that.” says Conrad as Cy walks back to his seat.
“It had to be done, or this radio-a-thon would have amounted to nothing.” says Cy.
“Say, can I man a phone?” asks Terry.
“Go ahead. At least I can trust you.” says Cy as Terry takes a seat at the phone bank.
“And now, the radio-a-thon can finish.” says Conrad.
“That it can.” says Cy.
A couple of hours later, the tote board now reading $12.150, Cy looks over at the clock and is shocked a little to see the time.
“The radio-a-thon is about to end, so we’re gonna close down the phone lines now.” says Cy, unlocking the door to the studio.
“I can’t believe it. We did it.” says Conrad.
“Believe it in three, two, one… “ says Cy as the clock strikes 9:00 AM and the theme song plays.
“And we’re done.” says Conrad.
“So, let me introduce this edition of the Cy & Conrad Show with the completion of the radio-a-thon.” says Cy, watching most of the phone bank go home.
“I’m glad we did it.” says Conrad.
“Me, too.” says Louise, walking up to Cy at the host’s table, where the personalities sit when they host.
“I see you had fun.” says Cy.
“I had so much fun, I wanna stay more.” says Louise.
“Please, pull up a chair. It’s not every day there’s three people hosting one show around here.” says Cy as Louise takes a seat at the host’s table.
“Now, the tough part, setting up the means of sending all the money we raised to the right people. Now, the First National Bank of Hyperion has agreed to donate the actual money in your names with real cash.” says Cy.
“That’s good to know, good to know.” says Conrad.
“I have, in my hand, the official donation check.” says Cy, holding a piece of paper.
“I can see it.” says Conrad, now taking a seat at the host‘s table.
“Me, too. Look at it.” says Louise with a giggle.
“On this I am now writing the official total in WHYP’s name, since we collected the money.” says Cy as he does so.
“I’ve got you now.” says Mr. Gold as he runs into the studio, along with Mr. Wilmer, the FCC man he talked to the day before.
“Who’s that with you?” asks Cy.
“He’s Mr. Wilmer, the FCC Man I talked to yesterday about your radio-a-thon.” says Mr. Gold.
“Hello, Mr. Scott.” says Mr. Wilmer.
“What have you got me on?” asks Cy.
“Your fraud.” says Mr. Gold.
“What fraud?” asks Cy.
“This one. Your radio-a-thon and your little trick with the radio feed.” says Mr. Gold.
“I had to stop you from doing something illegal. After all, Mr. Wilmer said you couldn’t yank us off the air.” says Cy.
“That’s right. Any dead air would be wrong in this case.” says Mr. Wilmer.
“I had to trick you.” says Cy.
“At least admit your fraud about the money.” says Mr. Gold.
“It’s totally legit.” says Cy.
“Can I see that check?” says Mr. Gold.
“Here you go.” says Cy, handing it over.
“I can’t believe you’re just handing it over. You’re not as smart as I took you for.” says Mr. Gold.
“I gave it to you because the person who’s coming to collect it is about to arrive.” says Cy.
“Ah, I know there’s no person. It’s all a fraud, made worse by you ruining this station’s income.” says Mr. Gold.
“This is not the station’s income, which comes from the City of Hyperion, but a special fund.” says Cy.
“Fancy words won’t help you.” says Mr. Gold.
“I trust him.” says Louise as Cy takes a drink of coffee before speaking.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I will now announce the collector of the radio-a-thon’s total donation. Please give a warm hand to the daughter of the man whose prayer to the saint of hopeless causes, of which this radio-a-thon was one, led to a great hospital.” says Cy.
“Is he referring to who I think he is?” asks Louise to Conrad in a whisper.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the lovely Marlo Thomas herself!” says Cy as the actress herself walks into the studio.
“Thank you, Cy.” says Marlo as she walks up to Mr. Gold.
“Mr. Gold, I believe you have her check.” says Cy.
“I’ll take that.” says Marlo as she takes the check from Mr. Gold’s hand.
“I believe, Mr. Gold, you just donated the money to Marlo in the name of the station.” says Cy.
“Says so right on the check.” says Marlo, pointing out the donor’s name on the check as WHYP itself.
“You may have won this but I will be watching your every step.” says Mr. Gold, who then storms out of the studio.
“I’m sorry for that trouble, Mr. Wilmer.” says Cy.
“It’s alright. Miss Thomas, I must say, I’m a fan of yours.” says Mr. Wilmer.
“Thank you.” says Marlo.
“If you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave.” says Mr. Wilmer as he exits the studio.
“Cy, how on Earth do you know Marlo Thomas?” asks Louise.
“I know he just does. He won‘t tell me how or why.” says Conrad.
“Conrad, if I told you everything about me, our friendship would be boring.” says Cy.
“Marlo, I just love you as a person.” says Louise.
“Thank you… “ says Marlo.
“Louise Harold.” says Louise.
“Thanks. Now, can I stay for a talk, Cy?” says Marlo.
“Please do.” says Cy.
A couple of hours later, at a table inside the local coffee house, Phil and Louise are having a nice lunch together.
“I can’t believe the way Cy was able to override Mr. Gold and hold that radio-a-thon.” says Phil.
“I can’t believe I got to sing on it.” says Louise.
“That was such a voice I heard out of you.” says Phil.
“I’m glad you love it. When I was young, my father told me that it was a horrible noise.” says Louise.
“To me, it’s a very beautiful noise.” says Phil.
“I’ve always wanted to hear that.” says Louise.
“I’m glad I said it.” says Phil.
“Phil, I wanna feel free.” says Louise.
“Free from what?” asks Phil.
“Free from that which brings me down. That part of me that would have me do nothing. I wanna feel free from that.” says Louise.
“I’ll help you to feel free.” says Phil.
“Thank you so much. I know you mean it.” says Louise as Conrad happens to walk by.
“Hello, Conrad.” says Phil, stopping him in his tracks.
“Hello, Phil. Hello, Louise.” says Conrad, somewhat detached.
“What’s wrong with you?” asks Louise.
“I can’t seem to find my sister. I want to tell her about me and Cy’s successful venture.” says Conrad.
“You’ll find her.” says Phil.
“I hope you do.” says Louise.
“Well, I’ve start searching for her. I hope it works.” says Conrad.
“Maybe we’ll help out next time.” says Phil.
“I wonder where Darlene is.” says Conrad, beginning to walk away.
“He really wants to see her.” says Phil to Louise.
“Maybe she’ll turn up sooner or later.” says Louise.
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That concludes the seventh posting of volume three of the Blog. Well, if there's one thing we've learned about Cy this week, it's that he is many celebrity friends, just how he knows them is a mystery that can't be solved.
Next week, we will have another chapter of the story. It's Chapter V, titled "When You're Stuck in the Winter Doldrums" and it finds all of our characters finishing off 2009 in their own unique way. Trust me, waiting for the new year to arrives takes a strong mind to do. That's on Monday, November 5th, at 5:00 pm.
Before then, check the very next posting of the Blog. It's a Halloween story titled "The Werewolf and I". It's not your usual story about werewolves. It takes on the issue in a 21st century way. It's a good read and I hope it is for you, too. That's on Halloween at 5:00 pm. Be sure to read it before you go trick or treating!
Join me, won't you?
Yours truly, John Maxwell
