Of Mice and Men Prologue

The sun set through the window of the bar. A woman with bouncing brown curls and yellow feathers in her hair and deep blood red lips was set on a bar stool speaking with the bar tender, “I inform ya what Tony, one day I’ma be somethin’, you simply watch. I ain’t selliin you no baloney.

I’ma enter into town, get outta this hell hole and make something of myself. I wasn’t born to be a nobody singin’ in a bar every night that’s for sure, I’ma succeed Tony. I’ma be in the pictures one day.”

“You need to stop dreamin kid. It ain’t gon na get you no place simply broken hearted. We all have our hopes an’ dreams, however nothin’ ever occurs. You best go prepare yourself now, you’re on in five.”

The girl was barely 16 in her intense blue eyes, but was looking more than 25 in her low cut gleaming sun yellow gown. She shuffled off her bar stool to the stage where she stood in front of her microphone facing the audience of huge burly guys screaming at each other, playing card games, and drinking ale.

The man on the piano began playing and the space went silent, all other than one voice and a piano. The sweetest noise anyone because space had ever heard. The girl sensed all the guys’s eyes falling on her and she treasured the attention. She started to shake her hips and move around the phase, lapping up the wolf whistles from all the males.

Two males went into the bar, both the very same height; One was a senior men, with white hair and a beard, the other simply a little older than her. They stood out among all the other men in the space that were worn jeans. They were seated at the table right in front of the stage. The woman couldn’t take her eyes off the younger guy. Something about the secret of him was giving her stomach butterflies.

She finished her show to a big applause and yells from all the males apart from the 2 at the front who just applauded quietly. She took her location back at the bar, “state, Tony, what are them 2 doing here?” She pointed carefully at the males near the phase, “They certainly ain’t from this town, for sure.” Tony looked over and sighed, “Don’t know who they think they are, flashin’ their stuff like they somethin’ unique, folk like them got no company in locations like this …” Tony rapidly stopped talking as he saw the youngest of the guys strolling over.

“Hey, my name is Rico Millegrew, I work for a talent firm. Me and my old male heard you were great and concerned check it out, we ‘d like you to join our company, try you out for acting, get you in the images, we seen what you can do with your singing and you’re rather a looker, we believe you could actually go far.” The girl looked astonished, “What you tryna state?” Her face gleamed and the excitement grew inside her when she thought of all the good clothing and cash she ‘d have. “Just give me your address and I’ll send a letter out to you initially thing”.

Tony who had actually been listening really carefully to the conversation slipped her a notepad and a pen, “Lola, think what ya doing kid, it could be a scam, you become aware of this kinda things all of the time, people pretendin’ to be somethin’ they ain’t to benefit from young girl like you.” Lola looked at him, “Shut up Tony! What do you understand? Simply ‘cuz you’re goin’ no place with your life do not suggest you can attempt to mess up mine. I understand you want me to remain here in this hell hole wit you ‘cuz you got no chances but I ain’t, you hear me? This is my chane, I’ma succeed Tony and then we’ll see who was right!”

The anger flared in the lady’s eyes as she listened to the harsh words of her friend trying to destroy her dream. In anger and excitement she doodled down her address and name and gave the paper to the male, “promise ya’ll write, you better make sure you compose to me now!” The male took a look at the stressed out woman and murmured before leaving the bar with the other guy. The woman grabbed her coat and ran underneath the moonlight, all the way to her home.

She flung open the door, “Ma’!” she sobbed towards the middle aged melancholy looking female sat beside the fire rocking a cradle. The female stared at her like she seethed as she told her the story of the men at the bar and how she was going to make something of herself. “You’re crazy!” she shouted at the girl, “You ain’t going nowhere, you’re too young, you do not believe we all have dreams? Well I had a dream as soon as, look where I ended up! A single mother with 6 kids, and you yelling rubbish at me! Some life this is ain’t it!” The female panted to capture her breath, “Stop bein’ so absurd, life ain’t a dream, life ain’t easy, you ain’t takin’ any easy path missy, you simply gon na end up like me and all the other ladies in this god forsaken town, a worthless nobody, only good for poppin’ out children an’ your other half runnin’ off with some inexpensive poor tart” The young girl was minimized to tears, she ran upstairs where she declined to come out of for days.

Lola spent three, sluggish months waiting for the letter. She ‘d been stressing that it wasn’t coming, stressing she had actually offered the incorrect info, blaming Tony for making her blow her top in front of them. After another three months, June was approaching. Eventually, 6 months of waiting and blaming everyone for it not coming had made Lola understand there would never ever be a letter.

The hot sun gleamed through the bar window. Tony stood in his usual area behind the bar cleansing glasses, he noticed the worn out dead eyes and flat filthy brown hair of the lady that had actually simply walked in using a dirt stained sun dress. After 6 months, Tony hardly recognised the lady that was gazing at him and he right away understood what had taken place, she never ever got the letter. He didn’t state anything, simply got her a beverage. “On the home.” He said to Lola. She was bewildered at his kindness after how she had treated him, “thank you,” she stated solemnly and provided him a weak smile. She took her beverage and set at the bar till the sun set, drinking till she was half-dead.

“You have actually had enough Lola,” Tony said looking at the limp body sprawled across the bar, “you need to be getting off house.” He browsed the room for assistance and saw a little male with coarse wire hair standing near the bar, “you couldn’t offer me a hand now could you?” He asked the complete stranger. The stranger looked at the lady and said “Sure. My name’s Curley by the way. This lady looks dead!” He put his arm around the lady and Tony did the very same, “NO!” she yelled, “No, I’m not returning there! Not a possibility in hell am I goin’ to go back!” The males looked at each other dumb strucken, “State, my old male owns a cattle ranch not too far, why do not she come keep up there for a few nights until she gets herself sorted?” Tony didn’t understand what to state, “I suppose she ‘d be alright, I have actually heard advantages about the boss up at the cattle ranch in Soledad.” The girl muttered an inebriated plea, “Anythin’ but that location”, she stated.

The guys took the girl outdoors and positioned her on a strong horse. Curley then went up and set behind her. “Ensure she’s alrigh’!” stated Tony to Curley. Curley took a look at Tony and smiled, “Oh don’t you fret, she’ll be great, I can sure pack a punch to anyone that attempts to hurt her” he grinned. Tony was assured and waved him off.