MICHAEL R. THOMAS
Chapter 88
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 88 - My name is Michael Thomas, and have been raised by my mother, after my father died. I was five and will turn 18 on my next birthday. This is the story about what happens starting from the year I was entering 6th Grade...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Celebrity Humor School Sharing Incest Mother Son Daughter Niece Aunt Nephew InLaws Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Babysitter Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Teacher/Student
The last of the ‘Side by Side’ singers arrived. I couldn’t berate them, especially in front of the younger people, so all I said was, “Your rehearsal was scheduled for nine o’clock am.” (it was near ten!)
I asked Peter, Jeff N, Geoff, and James to bring out the twelve benches, with Mike in charge of making sure they were in the right place. Stu turned on the key-lights to help.
I addressed my Audience, “I want my GSS to be respectful while these teachers and administrators perform. Some of them are new to performing, especially to an audience. You need to respect this and I want you to laugh, applaud, and cheer, as necessary. Most of you had a moment like this and now you are all very good at what you do.”
“Can I have all the adults and adulteresses up on stage?”
Loud giggles and laughter followed this instruction. I saw Andrew in Tracy’s arms towards the back of the auditorium.
Once they were all up, I turned to them and said, “I decided I have enough to do, so I will not be saying anything between the musical numbers.”
“You will come out and sit with a dark stage. Anyone have a problem with that?”
I looked at Paul and Cece and they seemed OK.
“Wonderful, STUART, LISTEN IN ... There will be a short recorded announcement, then the light of our first singers will go on. After a perfunctory applause of ten seconds, the music of your number will begin. When it is finished, you need to be back in your bench, for 15 seconds of applause. Then, your light will go off.”
“With the stage again dark, the second bench gets lit, and it goes on like that. Depending on how well it goes today, we may not have an intermission.”
“Mr. Holland, could you make the stage dark, please?”
I let things settle for a moment, than I said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Stephan Sondheim is an American composer and Lyricist known for more than a half century on contributions to musical theatre. He has received an Academy Award, eight Tony awards, eight Grammy Awards, and a Pulitzer Prize. The Thomas Auditorium in Beautiful Vincennes, Indiana is very proud to present ‘Side by Side by Sondheim!’”
The applause went on until the first light appeared downstage left, on the new parents, Paul and Cece Planck. They sang the closest thing this show had to an opening number, the applause was great, and exactly on time, their light went out.
The next light appeared near the upstage right corner of stage and the music started, singers sang, until it was over, and they end up in a clinch. The 15 second applause, and he set her down, and he sat, exactly as their light went off.
It was a bit of ‘Where’s Waldo,’ but the performers realized that one or both of them standing would help get the notice of the audience. Rather swiftly, things were going well, and by the time Paul and Cece’s Finale, (the 25th number ) was over, each set of lights came on for 15 seconds of applause, but in reverse order.
Following that was Mike Bell leading the orchestra in a most beautiful rendition of Send in the Clowns, as the stage lights all came on, they all stood together, and bowed/curtseyed while the GSS really applauded loud, cheering and yelling for all of them.
“Those not in the GSS may leave if you wish. Our next SOS rehearsal will be next Saturday, and will start promptly at nine am, by that I mean, the first number will begin!”
“If you wish to stay, please do, our GSS likes applause just as much as the older folk do.”
Fifteen minutes later, we began our GSS rehearsal. “For those who are here to listen and applaud, we skip around a lot with no set order of business. We expect to go on a tour during this next summer, from the day after school is out until a week before school will begin.”
“When are the SWEET CHARITY auditions Michael?” Princess asked. “It’s a full blown musical, correct?”
“That is correct, probably next Friday after school. Jennifer, would you mock up both a SWEET CHARITY and NEWSIES Audition notice? I will have some pertinent info in a couple of days for you.”
“What about THE MUSIC MAN, Princess ... are you auditioning for that? It’s a full musical as well.”
After stopping the conversations, I called up Peter Chapman, to sing (They Call the Wind) Maria from PAINT YOUR WAGON. Between the orchestra’s fervor and Peters skill set, it was very dynamic. His wife and sister led the applause that lasted three minutes.
Next, would be a very new song, for Sam Choate originally performed by Hunter Hayes. It was called, ‘I Want Crazy’...
I’m booking myself a one way flight
I gotta see the color in your eyes
I’m telling myself I’m gonna be alright
Without you baby is a waste of time
Yeah, our first date, girl,
the seasons changed
Got washed away in a summer rain
You can’t undo a fall like this
‘Cause love don’t know
what distance is
Yeah, I know it’s crazy
But I don’t want good and
I don’t want good enough
I want can’t sleep,
can’t breathe without your love
Front porch and one more kiss,
it doesn’t make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you’re all I think about,
I’ve searched the world
and I know now,
It ain’t right if you
ain’t lost your mind
Yea I don’t want easy,
I want crazy
Are you with me baby?
Let’s be crazy, yeah
I wanna be scared,
don’t wanna know why
Wanna feel good,
don’t have to be right
The world makes all
kinds of rules for love
I say you gotta let it
do what it does
I don’t want just another hug
and a kiss goodnight
Catchin’ up calls and a date sometimes
A love that revels and we still believe
We’re the kind of crazy people wish that they could be, yeah
Oh, I know we’re crazy, yeah
But I don’t want good and
I don’t want good enough
I want can’t sleep, can’t
breathe without your love
Front porch and one more kiss,
it doesn’t make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you’re all I think about,
I’ve searched the world and I know now,
It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind
Yea I don’t want easy, I want crazy
You with me baby? Let’s be crazy
(I’ve got Strings playing the electric banjo during this long interlude break.)
No! I don’t want good and
I don’t want good enough
I want can’t sleep, can’t breathe
without your love
Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you’re all I think about,
I’ve searched the world and I know now,
It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind
Yea I don’t want easy, I want crazy
Yeah, look at us baby,
tonight the midnight rules are breaking
There’s no such thing as wild enough, maybe we just
think too much
Who needs to play it safe in love
Let’s be crazy!
Who cares if we’re crazy,
we gotta be crazy
I know that we’re crazy,
so let’s be crazy
Yeah
“Wow, Sam,” I said breaking into his applause. “That was fantastic, and the song is only two years old. Nobody can say the GSS only plays old music, can they!”
More applause, as I decided it was my turn.
“Mr. Barry, may I borrow your hat for moment?” I asked.
It had reminded me of the hat that Frank Sinatra wore a lot. It was thrown to me, and I caught it, quietly telling Mike Bell “Lady is a Tramp,” then I turned around to bring myself ready to perform, as the music began...
She gets too hungry
for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre
and never comes late
She never bothers
with people she’d hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp
Doesn’t like crap games
with barons or earls
Won’t go to Harlem
in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt
with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free,
fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She’s broke, and it’s ok
Hates California,
it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry
to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre
but never comes late
She’d never bother
with people she’d hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp
She’ll have no crap games
with sharpies and frauds
And she won’t go to Harlem
in Lincolns and Fords
And she won’t dish the dirt
With the rest of the broads
That’s why the lady is a tramp
As I am singing this, I am watching the adults in awe. I finished the song, and I got a big applause from everyone.
I tossed the hat back to Mr. Barry, as I was brought a Coke to drink.
I easily adjusted back to MT and went on with the GSS rehearsal, getting Joan, up to sing, ‘Old Cape Cod.’
Two hours later I released everyone to go home. I got a high five from Mike Bell.
Later in the day, during a meal, Jennifer said, “I don’t plan to audition for Charity, I think that part was written more for a talent like Isabel.”
“Thank you Jenn, that’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me,” Izzy said to her.
“There are some featured dancers who get to sing. I looked the show up. Nikki and Helene are part of the Daddy’s All-Girl Rhythm choir, which sounds like a blast. While we’re talking about other shows, can’t you make MAN OF LA MANCHA a full musical?”
“I suppose, that means, you are interested in the part of Aldonza/Dulcinea?”
“When is that?” Princess asked.
“The final show at Lincoln High this school year,” I answered. “There is a lot of work to directing that as a complete musical, Jenn.”
The Audition notices I had asked Jenn to make were up at both schools.
I had my next SBS rehearsal, at LINCOLN HIGH Auditorium the following Friday after school.
We also posted, that a meeting was being held on the following Saturday that needed both schools complete choirs and orchestras, which includes the complete GOLD STANDARD SOCIETY.
Promptly at Ten AM it started, with my wearing a cheek mike.
“I had had a few discussions with different people concerning how the GSS should be organized, and I didn’t like anybody’s ideas about it.”
“Listen carefully, please. I do not plan to repeat myself more than 213 times.”
There were a few nervous giggles from the audience of nearly 250.
“The current GSS will be internally renamed the Primary GSS. It can grow to 108 students of school age. That number is important, one hundred and eight.”
“There will be a Secondary GSS of 108 people and a Third String GSS as well. I am talking about singers and orchestra members. At the moment, I have not seen enough talented singers and students to create them, but there will be.”
“Those who are raising their hands, PUT THEM DOWN PLEASE? The Primary, or the varsity, using sports terminology will always be those who travel and go on tour. The Junior Varsity will become the group we cast our Stage Productions from. We may need to use Primary, as necessary. The third string, or the Freshman GSS will be working on their talents to become better so they can help the JV as necessary. It may occasionally happen that someone gets the chance to move up. I will be doing the best I can, along with the teachers, in the choirs and orchestra to give those chances out.”
“In about 24 months, our Primary Rehearsal, Audition, and Performance space will be the Mansion Auditorium. It will hold at least 25,000 people, which is more than the entire town population is currently.”
“Primary GSS, practice your talent at the same time you do your homework. If somebody gets sloppy, or grades drop, I will put that person on ‘PERFORMANCE HOLD,’ until things get better.”
“Now, this has been my idea, so nobody but me knew this would happen. There are some people who need to be added to the Primary GSS, so please, this may take a moment.”
Where did I put the list? After a bit, I pulled it out of my left pocket.
Brian rolled into place a cart with two bags on it. I took out a GSS Necklace, saying, “Here are the next Primary GSS Singers; Please come up on stage when you hear your name:”
(Some screams came from the audience)
“Carla Cox
Nancy Anderson
Jon Hammonds
Porter Hathaway”
Mom came up to help put them on,
“Paula Scott
Jennifer Bouchard
Martin Campbell
James Fleck
Raymond Campbell”
Every person announced got screams!
“Now, the new Primary Musicians:”
“Jeff Brown Bassist
Stephen Davies Bassist
Nancy Choate Flute
Maceo Plugge Flute
“PLEASE ... BE QUIET!”
“Trixie Caulkins French Horn
Justin Quick Oboist
Kayla Robinson Saxophone
Marta Robinson Saxophone”
“Here are the first members of the JV GSS:
“Sally Cooper Trumpet
Sarah Hatton Trumpet
Rowena Quick Viola
Delilah Andrews Violin”
I waited for things to settle down, then I said, “The only thing left to discuss is ‘LEAVING THE GSS.”
That got things very quiet, as dad took the cart away.
“There have been discussions about how old you can be and stay in the GSS. I was in the minority, but then I realized I can do whatever I want. It’s MY organization. I will be yelled at when I get home, I guarantee it. Anyway, you must have realized I just added a six year old to the Primary GSS. When someone impresses me as much as Carla had, I reserve the right to do as I see fit. As long as her parents sign off, she will be with us on the Summer Tour of 2014!”
“I plan to keep doing this for fifteen to twenty years, so I want those who want to stay with me to stay with me. Dad, please guard the extra necklaces, please? No rehearsal today. Go home to your families, and newbies, make sure you have a document to get signed!”
Back at home, a large number of people showed up, almost twenty. And they were all people I knew, go figure?
I wasn’t answering most of the questions, except for, “How much did you spend on GSS Necklaces?” asked by Janice.
“Enough to cover what the Secondary and Tertiary GSS will need to be created.”
“Don’t be a wise ass with your mother!”
“Dad, we will need two matching new 15 seat vans, with all the signage ready in time for this next tour, OK?”
“Sure thing, Michael!”
“Do not ignore me, Michael Robert Thomas!”
“How did my Sinatra sound, anybody?”
“I loved it,” Jennie said. “I closed my eyes for a moment and old blues was there, singing to me.”
“I didn’t know who that was?” Isabel.
Jennifer suggested we get some Sinatra Movies and songs to listen to.
“Michael! Aren’t you going to respond to me?” Janice asked/
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