Touch of Gray



Scene Title Touch of Gray
Synopsis In extremis, some people will reach out to even dangerous places for help.
Date January 17, 2021

WSZR Building - Broadcasting Booth

But today

My love has flown away

I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride

Tears I cannot hide

So I smile and say

When a lovely flame dies

Smoke gets in your eyes…

"That was the late, great Eartha Kitt singing 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes' from the classic musical 'Roberta'," comes DJ Lancelot's voice over the radio waves as he leans back in his chair, eyes closed, one hand idly gesturing along with his words as if his listeners could hear him, "Taken from us too soon at the age of eighty-two by cancer, the most hateful of this world's illnesses. Sure, you might say eighty-two is a full life, but you just heard that voice. Every moment we were robbed of it was a sin. Wonderful woman, major activist, never afraid to speak her mind."

Left in the custody of Martin Pines' music collection, his tastes have begun to trend towards the classics.

"I've got some more modern hits coming up, but first I'd like to tell you all a quick story," he says, "In the hopes that a certain person might hear it."

"A few years back, some friends and I were - probably foolishly - venturing somewhere that we shouldn't, I'll spare the details since they're a little embarrassing." Also possibly classified. "There was an accident, and we probably all would have died. We woke up in this old man's place, he'd rescued us and made sure we didn't die, gave us directions to get home. Funny story, turns out he's the father of a guy that used to play the guitar for us at the orphanage when we were kids. Anyway… if he's out there listening to this, I'd really love to talk to him again."

There's a slight edge of emotion that he can't quite hide, somewhat sharp, unsteady, a thread of desperation if one's listening closely. "So if you're listening, please come see me."

Silence for three beats, before he says more cheerfully, "And now, here's the Grateful Dead."

Must be getting early clocks are running late

Faint light of the morning sky looks so phony

Dawn is breaking everywhere

Light a candle curse the glare

Draw the curtains I don't care 'cause it's alright

I will get by

I will get by

I will get by - I will survive

I see you've got your fist out say your piece and get out

Yes I get the gist of it but it's alright

Sorry that you feel that way the only there is to say

Every silver lining's got a touch of grey

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