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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Linda Everheart finally found love. In a abandoned old theater. Old musty posters and bums fill her life. When Stan walks in the door she gives in to temptation.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
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Life in the Cinema
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichA Life in the Cinema
The building on the corner had many lives before she had lain eyes on it. It had started as a sewing factory in the late 1800s, a clandestine speakeasy/whorehouse throughout prohibition, then converted into a movie theater sometime in the mid-1930s. It had survived the golden age of movies but by the 1970s had crash-landed amid cheap drive-in movies and the mob's sticky fingers. The tired owner had skipped along by showing cheap porn and ignoring the sounds rising from the darkened seats. Lines of coke and the smell of marijuana filled the squalid bathrooms. He could barely operate the projector without shaking. Once drunk he had fallen asleep and woke up the next day in the booth. It was only a matter of time before the doors would slam shut like a tomb. When the VCR tape killed the porn movie star it was the final bullet to the head. The city stepped in citing civic complaints and unpaid taxes. They boarded it all up. The movie posters from the 30s and 40s mingled with teen angst, over the top western gore, sexed-up gogo dancers, vigilante justice, and horror both good and bad. It was a lethal mix that not even Shakespear could have conjured up. It was the thing of dreams and nightmares.
Every time Linda Everheart walked by the building she got a shaky, good feeling in her stomach. She was an anomaly amongst her age group. More interested in movies and theater than experimenting in everything teenage. Her name sounded like one of the classic movie queens in a way. She pictured herself in the days of Hollywood glamour.
She went out with boys but didn't receive anything from them but a coldness inside. Early accused of being a dyke she took comfort in that. It kept them at bay for the most part and she could have cared less. She suffered in silence during her years in high school. The few people that were friends were transient at best. She knew her parents wouldn't allow her to quit. No one straight out bullied her. They spoke in whispers when she walked by. She skipped her prom but went to one a town over. It was a fix-up but she felt she had to do something to make her mother happy. She let her parents take the obligatory pictures and put up with him trying to get her drunk most of the night. When he passed out on top of her at the afterparty she drove him home. She let people think what he told them but it didn't matter. She was counting the days until she could do something worthwhile with her life.
The first thing she did at graduation was to throw away her diploma. Her parents retrieved it but she didn't need it. She had already been accepted at a good state college. The only thing she did before leaving town that Summer was wave goodbye to the boarded-up movie theater. It occupied a strong, strange place in her heart. She could smell the glamor and gaudiness at the same time. It floated in the air pungent as popcorn and pure as first love. She kissed it goodbye with a sad heart. Linda Everheart felt as if Valentino had died.
Linda finally found her place in college. She excelled in the theater and arts. Her level head kept her from falling prey to date rape and drugs. Her business classes propelled her toward upper management. It was the dawning of the internet and she recognized the power of it beyond porn and cat videos. She took computer classes when she could fit them in. She also dabbled with discreet affairs with both men and women. They didn't last long. Just long enough for her to find herself among the dust of life. She gave in to an ongoing proposal just to dismiss it as if it never happened. It didn't matter, nothing seemed to anymore. When she graduated college she threw away her diploma. It was a piece of paper. A copy of a copy somewhere in her life's quest.
