Chapter 13
“Yay, we got it!” Leon exclaimed as he started to high-five everyone in the car.
It was right after dinner the next day. We were all driving home after a successful meeting with Mr. Brillstein. The band now had a record deal and we were all going to celebrate back at Clifford and Beard’s place.
“Wait a second, Leon,” Francine realized after a while, “you’re not even a member of this band.”
“Well, not officially, girlie,” the lizard replied, “but as the band’s manager, it’s my responsibility to keep the band happy.”
“Now, wait a minute,” Clifford interrupted, “what makes you so qualified to be our manager, man?”
“Out of all of us here, I’m the one that can work with the dough the best,” the con reptile answered with a chuckle.
We all started to mumble among ourselves about the current manager issue. To tell the truth, Solid Foam didn’t actually have a manager until Leon took the title all of a sudden. Were all of us really ready to accept him as our manager?
"If Leon gets to be the manager," Lindbergh spoke up, "can I handle all the equipment?"
We all turned to look at the kiwi (except for our driver, who looked at him through the rear view mirror). Now Lindbergh wanted to be our equipment manager. What was next, the discovery of fans in the trunk of the car?
Wait a minute, I thought to myself, what if there ARE people in the back of the car? I turned my head around and peeked over the seat to see the trunk area of the car. I saw no one back there, so I correctly assumed that my assumption was false.
“Whatcha looking for, Digit?” I heard the kiwi whisper to me.
"It's nothing, Lindbergh," I answered him, turning back around to sit down in the seat. “Just thought I forgot something, but I didn’t.”
“As my first order of business as official manager,” Leon interrupted, assuming the position of manager once again, “I’d like ta discuss my part of the cash. I was thinking maybe fift--”
All those against Leon’s statement immediately spoke up, disagreeing with him all at once. I heard responses such as a mumbled “You ain’t the manager of nothing yet, man,” “Who died and made you manager?”, “Stop daydreamin’ and come down to reality, Leon,” and “Do I still get the job?”
As for me, I tried to keep myself out of the managerial argument. I could tell already that this was going to be a long car ride home without my addition to the conversation.
Amongst the bickering, we did eventually arrive at Clifford and Beard’s place in one piece. The conversation was far from over, however. Francine was strongly disagreeing with everything that Leon had to say, Beard was trying to talk some sense into all of us, Flash was wary about it all, Clifford didn’t trust the lizard with anything that involved money, Lindbergh was still wondering if he could be the equipment manager, and I was on the edge of my seat, biting my lip in order to keep quiet.
I couldn’t have taken much more of the bickering for much longer. Their arguing was driving me close to insanity at the time, and I didn’t want to make it any worse. Still, the constant disagreements were tearing me apart. Eventually, I took no more of it.
“Will you all be quiet! ?” a voice yelled from my throat.
Everyone in the vehicle had ceased their arguing and were staring at me. I stared right back at them, hardly believing that I was the one who silenced an argument. “… uh… Oh will you look at that!” I exclaimed semi-nervously with forced enthusiasm. “We made it to Beard and Clifford’s apartment! All right!”
After a moment of awkward silence, we all filed out of the car and into the apartment. I let out a quick sigh of relief. Finally, I thought, we could all enjoy a movie night together in peace without any arguing.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
Not only did the argument about managers started back up again, but other disagreements were sparked by what movie everyone wanted to watch and who would prepare the popcorn and the drinks. Because I could pick up TV signals, almost everybody was asking me what movies were showing at the time. (I tried to point out that there was a very recent issue of TV Guide in the room, but hardly anyone paid attention.)
I collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. This was going to be a long night.
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Eventually, we all decided on Casablanca. Unfortunately, none of us knew if it was showing that night or not, so I was hooked up to the TV to display what I remembered from the movie for the rest of them.
So far, the movie was trying to stay true to the actual story, but several differences arose. The setting was somewhere in Oz, some of the characters from The Wizard of Oz replaced the roles of the Casablanca characters (this included Judy Garland as Dorothy Gale in the place of Ingrid Bergman as Ilsa Lund), Howdy Doody made a surprise appearance (much to my embarrassment), and the character Sam sang “Viva Las Vegas” instead of “As Time Goes By”. It wasn’t the most accurate telling of the film, but it at least kept everyone argument-free amidst the chuckling and various moments of confusion.
Finally, the film reached its famous ending scene, the part where Rick tells Ilsa to get on the plane with Victor. I knew this scene by heart, and I always loved to recite Humphrey Bogart’s speech when I was still a teenager.
While the film was still playing, I started to daydream that I was playing the lead role in that final scene. Dorothy Gale, who I had a major crush on while growing up, was still Ilsa, and she looked very lovely in that role.
“Louis,” I said to the Renault in my daydream, “have your man go with Mr. Laszlo and take care of his luggage.”
The Renault, who was played by Lindbergh in my subconscious, bowed at me. “Certainly Rick, anything you say,” he replied before turning to the orderly. “Find Mr. Laszlo's luggage and put it on the plane," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," the orderly, played by Leon, said. "This way please," he said to Laszlo (who was played by the Scarecrow for some odd reason) before escorting him in the direction of the plane.
I took the letters of transit out of my pocket and handed them to Lindbergh, who turned and walked towards the hanger. "If you don't mind, you fill in the names," I requested. "That will make it even more official."
"You think of everything, don't you?" Lindbergh asked me, still walking.
"And the names are Mr. and Mrs. Victor Laszlo," I stated quietly.
My friend stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Both he and Dorothy, who was holding Toto in a basket, looked at me with astonishment.
"But why my name, Richard?" the Kansas girl asked me.
"Because you're getting on that plane," I told her.
"I don't understand," she stated, confused. "What about you?"
"I'm staying here with him 'til the plane gets safely away," I answered.
My intentions suddenly dawned on the female. “No, Richard, no,” Dorothy said in disbelief. “What has happened to you? Last night we said--”
“Last night we said a great many things,” I interrupted her. “You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then and it all adds up to one thing. You’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.”
“But Richard,” she protested, “no, I, I--”
“You’ve got to listen to me,” I told the girl from Kansas, trying to get her to see the logical side of things. “Do you have any idea what you’d have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten we’d both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn’t that true, Louis?” I questioned Lindbergh.
“I’m afraid Major Strasser would insist,” he replied after countersigning the papers.
“You’re saying this only to make me go,” Dorothy argued.
“I’m saying it because it’s true,” I said to her. “Inside of us we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it.”
A “no” escaped from her lips.
“Maybe not today,” I continued, “maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.”
“But what about us?” the beautiful woman asked me, trying to hold back the tears.
“We’ll always have Paris,” I told her. “We didn’t have, we lost it, until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.”
“And I said I would never leave you,” Dorothy told me, a smile forming on her face.
“And you never will,” I reassured her. “But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand.”
Dorothy’s eyes were letting the tears roll down her cheeks as I was speaking. I decided to calm her down. “Now, now…” I placed my hand under her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet mine. “Here’s looking at you, kid,” I said to her.
And then I kissed her. It wasn’t scripted or called for (and it didn’t even happen in the actual movie), but I kissed her briefly on those tender lips of hers. The beautiful female from Kansas smiled sweetly at me, and I gave my sincerest smile to her in return. My heart was soaring throughout my body. I was enjoying the wonderful sensation of being with someone that I loved, and I wished that it never had to end.
Unfortunately, the moment ended as soon as my body was hit by a pillow. The television screen changed to a Western moment starring Mary Poppins as soon as I hit the floor.
“Are you all right, Digit?” Lindbergh asked with concern as he helped me up and dusted me off.
“What hit me…?” I replied dazedly.
“Heheheh… whoops,” I heard Leon apologize. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Um, call me crazy,” Francine interjected, “but I don’t think that’s how the movie went, even if this was my first time seeing it.”
“Sorry guys,” I apologized, “there were some… technical difficulties throughout the showing. I’m pretty sure that they didn’t mean to happen.”
“Like when you kissed Judy Garland,” Clifford stated.
I immediately froze after that statement. They saw that, my daydream, on the TV? I thought. I glanced away from all of them in embarrassment, feeling my cheeks redden… if they even could redden anymore…
“Don’t worry about it, Digit,” Lindbergh reassured me with a pat on the back, “you did your best to give us the movie.”
A weak smile came onto my face as I grabbed the lead from the television hook-up device and placed it back into my ear. “Thank you,” I told him quietly.
“It’s no problem,” the kiwi bird whispered back. “Besides, I know how you feel. I always had a crush on Betty Rubble as a kid.”