“Perry is back!” announced a woman loudly
as he walked into the room. He smiled graciously at the applauding crowd either
side of him, who had parted either side of him to make way for his entrance.
“Thank you,” he said as he reached the
woman who had announced his arrival, his assistant, Clea.
“It’s so good to have you back Perry. We’ve
missed you!”
“Aww, thanks Clea, it’s nice to know
someone noticed I was gone,”
“Mr. Roberts,” she said, returning to her
old, more formal ways of speaking, “you light this place up! Now, how are you
feeling?” she asked, rubbing her hands together. “Are you ready to make a
comeback?”
“I’m capable of anything Clea,” said Perry,
a huge smile on his face. “Let’s do this!”
“And Clea?”
“Yes Sir?” she stopped in her tracks, a
little further ahead and turned back to face him.
“What have I told you a thousand times?” he
asked good naturedly, a kind smile on his face. “Perry Roberts is my stage
name. Call me Paul. Please.”
“Ok… Paul..” Clea said uncertainly.
Paul rubbed his hands together as he
continued along down the hall with Clea. “I am so pumped! Let’s get down to
business shall we?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this.. to you…
but, me too! Let’s do this!” Clea grabbed Paul’s hand and gave it a quick,
tight squeeze before letting go again. “Mister Perry,” she said with a
wink, opening the door to the studio.
“So,” Paul said, getting right to it with
the producer and recording people. “the first disc will be full of empowering
covers, and the second,” he said, pausing for dramatic effect, “will be full of
originals, collaborations with the fabulous Miss Perry herself. I want
this record to be one that inspires the kids to believe in themselves, that
tells them, ‘it’s ok to be who you are’.” At this, Clea, Paul and the recording
people jumped up and down with excitement. “We’re on a tight time frame people!”
Paul said loudly, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get to it! We’re going to
make this amazing!” There was a loud cheer from everyone in the room, then, silence. Perry Roberts had started serious work, and everyone knew what that meant. He wanted their best efforts. Now, he wanted focus, concentration, and silence.
There was baited breath as Paul set himself up in the studio, then a sigh of pleasure as he opened his mouth to sing. Everyone loved Perry's voice, and they were also huge fans of his greatest musical inspiration and were eagerly awaiting her arrival tomorrow, along with the chance to hear both of their voices, together.
And indeed, Mister Perry, was the comeback Paul had been hoping for. After a tricky last album and a bit of a downfall, this perfection of an album and the selfless, gracious chance the fabulous Miss Perry had given him, he was coming back with a vengeance.
"You did it Paul," said Clea after the album had been initially released.
"No Clea," he said, taking hold of her hand and fixing her with that dashing smile of his, "We did it. If it hadn't been for your encouragement, I probably wouldn't have come back and tried again. Thank you."
"It would have been a tragedy to lose someone as awesome as you Paul. The world needs Perry Roberts. Especially the young ones. To show them it's ok. To be themselves, to shine, and to dream big."
"World," said Paul, "You want to play with magic? I'm coming at you like a dark horse."
Clea cheered, clapping him on the back. "Woohoo! That's the spirit! Perry. Is Back!"
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Did Perry seem familiar? That's because you may have read about him before. Read the beginning of his story here.
