Saturday, November 10, 2007

Sunday, March 8th

On Sunday morning Vanessa was lazily sipping a cup of coffee as she waited for the weatherman to come on the screen when John Axenbourg’s death was reported on CNN News. Without wasting any time, she picked up the phone and dialed her friend Sherelle.

“Girlfriend, are you up yet? she asked. “Well, then rise and shine, woman. I’ve got hot news!”

If the response at the other end of the line wasn’t quite as cheerful as Vanessa had hoped for, that was because Sherelle was still hung over from Saturday night’s charity ball. All those tangos, cha chas, waltzes and merengues -- not to mention the amount of cocaine she and her husband had snorted between sets -- had taken their toll. As a result, the excitement in Vanessa’s voice was much more than Sherelle Davis was prepared to handle.

“Hunh,” she grunted. “What’s happening?”

“Wake up, damn it. I have news,” hissed Vanessa. “While you and Andy were kicking your heels up at that SWYSH benefit, I saw a real live murder take place at the Metropolitan Opera House!”

“Are you putting me on?”

“No, it’s on CNN News. The guy who was starring in last night’s performance is the same man we saw on Broadway last summer in Man of La Mancha. Or at least he was the same man. He’s dead now. My brother was with me last night and went backstage to investigate. I’ll call you as soon as I hear anything.”

Vanessa hung up the phone with triumph pounding in her chest. Sherelle would have to go a long way to top that!



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