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Scott Carmichael
Age:26
Strugging Actor, Waiter, Bartender
Ever since Scott had graduated from Tulane, he had been trying to put his dramatic arts degree to use. Handsome and pretty talented across a number of dimensions, he was six foot two, 185 pounds of lean sculpted muscle, however that had helped him more as a strong safety at Tulane than so far as an actor. He could sing a bit, an alto tenor, he had classic, rugged good looks, but the demand for natural nordic looking vikings was limited, he could even dance, and he, when prompted played a mean, soulful, naturally bluesy saxophone.
All of this so far had gotten him roles in 10 or so local theatre productions, two commercials for grooming products, and another for a woman's hygiene product where he rode shitless up on a white stag to whisk the damsel away.
He might have finally gotten his break or at least one step away from his break. Hamilton had just opened a national touring production in Nahlins, as the locals liked to call it, New Orleans for all of you others. I had gone to local tryouts and secured a spot as an understudy to one lead spot, Aaron Burr, one secondary spot, Hercules Mulligan, and any one of the numerous chorus spots that required singing and dancing and his natural flowing hair and thick beard was seen as a nice touch of authenticity. Unfortunately, so far, after two weeks of production, the cast was showing remarkably good health.
So here he was at his second job, the one that actually paid. Tammy's Blues Bar. For the past year he had waited tables, tended bar when necessary, and even sat in with the various bands that played there if they needed an extra sax player. With tips he made $600-700 a week, luckily most of that as cash, enough to have a small studio apartment above the bar, right in the middle of the French Quarter, a half block off Bourbon Street.
He had first noticed her a week ago, when she had come in later morning, just after opening for coffee and a beignet. Tammy's were as good as anyone's even though they didn't advertise it. They liked to think of themselves as a quaint old blues bar, and they did have every type of bourbon you might ever want to try. But they also served great pub food, french pastries and coffee. It was not a place that the young people flocked too, but those of more refined taste yet who liked the grit of authenticity Tammy's offered.
It was the fourth day in a row she had come in, and she and he were the only two people there at the moment. She took a seat in the corner of the empty bar/pub/restaurant. She hadn't said a word to him, but she was reading a novel, a real novel, a classic Bronte piece. He had thought about striking up a conversation each of the last two days but resisted, but since she was quickly becoming a regular it only seemed polite. "I commend your choice of reading materials, hi, I'm Scott....we seem to have something you like here...I wanted to introduce myself..." And he extended his large, muscular hand...
Scott Carmichael
Age:26
Strugging Actor, Waiter, Bartender
Ever since Scott had graduated from Tulane, he had been trying to put his dramatic arts degree to use. Handsome and pretty talented across a number of dimensions, he was six foot two, 185 pounds of lean sculpted muscle, however that had helped him more as a strong safety at Tulane than so far as an actor. He could sing a bit, an alto tenor, he had classic, rugged good looks, but the demand for natural nordic looking vikings was limited, he could even dance, and he, when prompted played a mean, soulful, naturally bluesy saxophone.
All of this so far had gotten him roles in 10 or so local theatre productions, two commercials for grooming products, and another for a woman's hygiene product where he rode shitless up on a white stag to whisk the damsel away.
He might have finally gotten his break or at least one step away from his break. Hamilton had just opened a national touring production in Nahlins, as the locals liked to call it, New Orleans for all of you others. I had gone to local tryouts and secured a spot as an understudy to one lead spot, Aaron Burr, one secondary spot, Hercules Mulligan, and any one of the numerous chorus spots that required singing and dancing and his natural flowing hair and thick beard was seen as a nice touch of authenticity. Unfortunately, so far, after two weeks of production, the cast was showing remarkably good health.
So here he was at his second job, the one that actually paid. Tammy's Blues Bar. For the past year he had waited tables, tended bar when necessary, and even sat in with the various bands that played there if they needed an extra sax player. With tips he made $600-700 a week, luckily most of that as cash, enough to have a small studio apartment above the bar, right in the middle of the French Quarter, a half block off Bourbon Street.
He had first noticed her a week ago, when she had come in later morning, just after opening for coffee and a beignet. Tammy's were as good as anyone's even though they didn't advertise it. They liked to think of themselves as a quaint old blues bar, and they did have every type of bourbon you might ever want to try. But they also served great pub food, french pastries and coffee. It was not a place that the young people flocked too, but those of more refined taste yet who liked the grit of authenticity Tammy's offered.
It was the fourth day in a row she had come in, and she and he were the only two people there at the moment. She took a seat in the corner of the empty bar/pub/restaurant. She hadn't said a word to him, but she was reading a novel, a real novel, a classic Bronte piece. He had thought about striking up a conversation each of the last two days but resisted, but since she was quickly becoming a regular it only seemed polite. "I commend your choice of reading materials, hi, I'm Scott....we seem to have something you like here...I wanted to introduce myself..." And he extended his large, muscular hand...
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Her eyes looked up from her bood, he hoped he hadn't startled her, or his coming over wasn't too much of a nuisance. Her look was classic, she could be a model, thin, classically structured features. Despite his rugged looks, Scott was a huge Disney fan, particularly the beautiful Disney princesses. But the most classic of those, the original was Snow White, the ill fated daughter to the former king, tormented by her wicked stepmother queen. As she looked up at him, she took his breath away, and he lost himself in those eyes.
"I'm sorry... Scott. I'm..Mari.. I'm Mari. So you know about Bronte? From primary, I mean--high school?" As an actor he studied dialects, and hers was definitely influenced by French influence, but it wasn't exactly French, he tried to place it but couldn't. He shook her hand, but held it a second, actually several, more than appropriate. He skin was so light and in such contrast to her dark raven like hair. Her hand was so delicate in his, he was tempted to kiss it, like he was a duke and she a fine lady. He smiled he spent too much time in the fantasy world of acting, living night after night of romantic endings and handsome princes rescuing damsels in distress.
She was not in distress, but he didn't want to leave, "Your accent has a French influence, no? It is quite charming, and a different dialect altogether than the more creole variant spoken here." He smiled, "I'm an actor, or at least a wannabe actor, so different dialects are a bit of a passion for me."
He had finally let go of her hand, but their gaze had not broken. "So Mari, I don't want to disturb your reading, but I will be just over there, if you'd like to talk? In the meantime, can I refresh your coffee or get you another beignet? It is on the house, I don't get many visitors this early."
He turned to walk away, but then turned back..."I hope you come back here often...this is a pretty special place, and not everyone really appreciates it, but I think you do...it is nice to have you here."
"I'm sorry... Scott. I'm..Mari.. I'm Mari. So you know about Bronte? From primary, I mean--high school?" As an actor he studied dialects, and hers was definitely influenced by French influence, but it wasn't exactly French, he tried to place it but couldn't. He shook her hand, but held it a second, actually several, more than appropriate. He skin was so light and in such contrast to her dark raven like hair. Her hand was so delicate in his, he was tempted to kiss it, like he was a duke and she a fine lady. He smiled he spent too much time in the fantasy world of acting, living night after night of romantic endings and handsome princes rescuing damsels in distress.
She was not in distress, but he didn't want to leave, "Your accent has a French influence, no? It is quite charming, and a different dialect altogether than the more creole variant spoken here." He smiled, "I'm an actor, or at least a wannabe actor, so different dialects are a bit of a passion for me."
He had finally let go of her hand, but their gaze had not broken. "So Mari, I don't want to disturb your reading, but I will be just over there, if you'd like to talk? In the meantime, can I refresh your coffee or get you another beignet? It is on the house, I don't get many visitors this early."
He turned to walk away, but then turned back..."I hope you come back here often...this is a pretty special place, and not everyone really appreciates it, but I think you do...it is nice to have you here."
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Boy! She was easy to look at. There was something about her that was so unique, and in a very good way. She hadn’t just brushed him off, but nor had she flirted. If she was attracted, she played her cards close to the vest, maybe it was the French influence. He could tell she was smart, but he was also pretty sure she was younger than he. He probably should have carded her, because technically she was here in a bar. However, it was early, she was only drinking coffee, and, let’s be honest, she was high fashion model beautiful!
She had pulled out a map, and was just asking me directions when Kelly, the proud proprietor of Tammy’s walked in. “I’m sorry Mari, can you hold on a second? I’ll be glad to show you, but I need to talk to my boss.” I walked over to Kelly, she was a beautiful woman in her own right. The place had been her father’s, but he had died two years ago. Too many nights of hard drinking and smoking while playing piano here. Kelly was an MBA and ran this as a business, but never forgot what made this quaint bar great. Scott was her friend and employee, and sometimes they let the lines blur.
He caught up with Kelly behind the bar, and softly whispered, “Hey Kelly, do you mind if I walk Mari over there to the art museum, she is new in town , but becoming a morning regular?” Kelly looked over my shoulder, she winked at me, “Awww, that’s sure kind of you Scotty, do you think little Snow WHITE, might need you big strong help?” She was teasing, and although they were friends with benefits, they were far from exclusive, plus Kelly was bi, and probably as attracted to Mari as he was. “Yeah, go ahead, just be back by 5, but remember, if she really wants to enjoy the city, she might like both our assistance.” Scott only laughed, “sure, I’ll make sure to let her now if she seems interested.”
Free, Scotty walked back over to Mari, “I actually have some time, how about I walk you over and show you myself, it is about 1/3 of a mile from here?” He held out his hand to help her up...
She had pulled out a map, and was just asking me directions when Kelly, the proud proprietor of Tammy’s walked in. “I’m sorry Mari, can you hold on a second? I’ll be glad to show you, but I need to talk to my boss.” I walked over to Kelly, she was a beautiful woman in her own right. The place had been her father’s, but he had died two years ago. Too many nights of hard drinking and smoking while playing piano here. Kelly was an MBA and ran this as a business, but never forgot what made this quaint bar great. Scott was her friend and employee, and sometimes they let the lines blur.
He caught up with Kelly behind the bar, and softly whispered, “Hey Kelly, do you mind if I walk Mari over there to the art museum, she is new in town , but becoming a morning regular?” Kelly looked over my shoulder, she winked at me, “Awww, that’s sure kind of you Scotty, do you think little Snow WHITE, might need you big strong help?” She was teasing, and although they were friends with benefits, they were far from exclusive, plus Kelly was bi, and probably as attracted to Mari as he was. “Yeah, go ahead, just be back by 5, but remember, if she really wants to enjoy the city, she might like both our assistance.” Scott only laughed, “sure, I’ll make sure to let her now if she seems interested.”
Free, Scotty walked back over to Mari, “I actually have some time, how about I walk you over and show you myself, it is about 1/3 of a mile from here?” He held out his hand to help her up...
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She tried to politely wave him off, but he didn't think it was sincere, just trying to not be inconvenient. Her hand hadn't left his and if anything had possibly gripped a bit tighter as she was talking. Scott was a gentlemen, but he let all of his senses take in a woman not just his ears or eyes. Sometimes what they said, belied what they were telling you with other parts of their anatomy, in this case her hands.“Wait, no… really? I mean, if it’s that short of a distance…” He smiled, but walked her out, he wanted to meet her, get to know her. Other than actresses, who were mostly egomaniacal pains in the ass, and customers who were often half drunk, he didn't meet many women that he wanted to know better. And of those, none would have been using their leisure time to read Bronte.
They started to walk and she made small talk. “So, Scott, are you from here originally?” He kept holding her hand, odd since they had only just met, but it felt nice and natural, a bit intimate, but not too much, almost like children. "I am, well not the Quarter, but I grew up in one of the Parrish communities. My parents had a small sugar cane farm in the Vermilion Parish community, only 200 acres, but we got by. My mother is a devout Catholic so I went to parochial schools through high school and then got a football scholarship to Tulane. All through high school I also was in school chorus, swing band and all the plays, so when I went to college I studied dramatic arts and minored in music. I always wanted to be on stage...and I'm still trying."
She was a good listener, and his love for what he did came through. You better love it as his stage as you sure weren't doing it for the money. If he hadn't had the job at Tammy's he would be homeless and hungry. He showed her some points of interest but soon they were at the museum. He wanted to stay with her, but didn't want to intrude. It had started to mist, well more than mist, but he liked how she didn't seem to notice. She didn't worry about what it did to her hair or how her make-up might run. Then he looked at her, there was no make-up running as she barely had any on, she was just that naturally beautiful and his heart skipped a beat.
He turned to her, as she did to him, "Thank you for guiding me here. I appreciate it an awful lot." She looked at the entrance before looking back at him, "Perhaps you'd like to join me in looking around? It's the least I could do to repay you for bringing me here..." He smiled and reached up to slide a bit of wet hair back from her face before it dripped down into her beautiful eyes. Her hair was so thick and beautiful, it framed her face perfectly. "I'd really like that, I was hoping you might be willing to let me tag along, I love art, and I love the idea of enjoying it with such a lovely, and intelligent girl."
They walked up to the ticket window, he insisted on paying, but just as he did, and they were walking in...his phone rang. "Excuse me for one second, this is the theatre...." he stepped to the side and she could only hear one side of the conversation, "Yes, yes sir...you're kidding...oh that is too bad...tonight! Yessir, yes...I will be there at 6:00...yes sir, yes, yes...thank you!" He had a huge smile as he turned back to her, he didn't even think as he gently put his arm around her and guided her into the museum, "I just got some good news....have you ever seen Hamilton?"
They started to walk and she made small talk. “So, Scott, are you from here originally?” He kept holding her hand, odd since they had only just met, but it felt nice and natural, a bit intimate, but not too much, almost like children. "I am, well not the Quarter, but I grew up in one of the Parrish communities. My parents had a small sugar cane farm in the Vermilion Parish community, only 200 acres, but we got by. My mother is a devout Catholic so I went to parochial schools through high school and then got a football scholarship to Tulane. All through high school I also was in school chorus, swing band and all the plays, so when I went to college I studied dramatic arts and minored in music. I always wanted to be on stage...and I'm still trying."
She was a good listener, and his love for what he did came through. You better love it as his stage as you sure weren't doing it for the money. If he hadn't had the job at Tammy's he would be homeless and hungry. He showed her some points of interest but soon they were at the museum. He wanted to stay with her, but didn't want to intrude. It had started to mist, well more than mist, but he liked how she didn't seem to notice. She didn't worry about what it did to her hair or how her make-up might run. Then he looked at her, there was no make-up running as she barely had any on, she was just that naturally beautiful and his heart skipped a beat.
He turned to her, as she did to him, "Thank you for guiding me here. I appreciate it an awful lot." She looked at the entrance before looking back at him, "Perhaps you'd like to join me in looking around? It's the least I could do to repay you for bringing me here..." He smiled and reached up to slide a bit of wet hair back from her face before it dripped down into her beautiful eyes. Her hair was so thick and beautiful, it framed her face perfectly. "I'd really like that, I was hoping you might be willing to let me tag along, I love art, and I love the idea of enjoying it with such a lovely, and intelligent girl."
They walked up to the ticket window, he insisted on paying, but just as he did, and they were walking in...his phone rang. "Excuse me for one second, this is the theatre...." he stepped to the side and she could only hear one side of the conversation, "Yes, yes sir...you're kidding...oh that is too bad...tonight! Yessir, yes...I will be there at 6:00...yes sir, yes, yes...thank you!" He had a huge smile as he turned back to her, he didn't even think as he gently put his arm around her and guided her into the museum, "I just got some good news....have you ever seen Hamilton?"
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