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Delph
(dolfins@worldnet.fr)
May the Force be with you…
The lights went back on in the movie-theater. Brighton stirred in his seat, Maggie squeezed her boyfriend's hand, Grace yawned, Fran's head was resting on Max's shoulder and they didn't seem to be willing changing their position. Niles had stood up and was gathering his belongings, while C.C. seemed quite furious… As usual when she was tricked into an outing with the Sheffield Family…
Niles: Come on Darth Vader, move your… Huh… Would you please stand up and stop blocking the way for those of us who would like to go out of the theater?
C.C.: Oh shut up Chewbacca!… Be glad I am not Vader because I would take a special pleasure in torturing you fuzz ball! With that, she stood up angrily, leaving Niles chuckling.
Brighton: Luke's great!… I've always been amazed about how he could manage to throw this torpedo right in the middle of a two meter large target!… May the Force be with him always! He said with passion, standing up.
Maggie: Oh shut up Brighton!…This is only a movie!… This golden droid was really stupid!
Brighton: Yeah… Always changing his mind… like a girl… Like you! He barely managed to avoid Maggie's slap.
Gracie: …My favorite is R2D2…He's really smart!
Max and Fran were silently talking, smiling to each other and Eskimo kissing from time to time.
Brighton: Come on Han and Leia let's move!
Max and Fran stood up and everyone exited the theater.
Brighton was still thrilled by the movie. He went to bed and fell asleep… Soon a strange dream came to his mind…
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Max Solo and Niles Chewie were having troubles with the Millenium Falcon Limo…
… Once again…
… And once again, Princess Fran Organa was yelling at Max about it…
Fran: 'want me to go out and push?!… This piece of junk will never allow us to get to the Alliance rendezvous point at the theater on time!
Max: Will you stop complaining all the time?!… The Millenium Falcon Limo is the fastest car of the Broadway Galaxy!
Fran: Yeah, you've already said that, wind!… Words!… No action!… Brighton Skywalker's X-Wing bike is faster than this piece of junk!
Max: Oh shut up!
Maggie-PO made her appearance.
Maggie: Sir, the computer told me the failure had something to do with the gear box… Might I remind you that I told you to take an automatic…
Max: Knock it off GoldenRod!
[To Niles] Niles, check the gear box…
Niles grunted unhappily and looked at the gear box.
Suddenly, a young and joyful voice was heard through the cell phone.
Brighton: Hey everybody!… 'Having troubles?!
Fran: Brighton! At last!… Where have you been after the CATS disaster?!…
Brighton: Oh, well… I had to complete my Jedi training with Master Yetta, so I went to Queens with R2Gracie, and started practicing my Jedi skills…But then I sensed you were having troubles, so I came back to see if I could help you…
Fran: Oh thank the Force Brighton!… We have to be at the theater in less than a standard hour, and we're stuck here because this piece of junk of a Limo won't move!
Brighton: Calm down Fran, I'll send R2 fix it and then we can all go to the theater and decide our next move against Emperor Webber and his evil servant C.C. Vader…
Finally, with the help of Gracie, Max & Niles managed to fix the gear box and they all went to the theater.
All the leaders of the Sheffield Alliance were there. They were all quite agitated and the theater was buzzing like a hive. Suddenly, all the murmurs stopped: Sylvia Mon Mothma had appeared on the stage.
Max was seated next to Fran. He squeezed her hand and looked at her expectantly. She nodded with a smile.
Fran: [in a low voice] I'm sorry I yelled at you… I love you…
Max smiled and gave her a tender look.
Max: I love you too…
Sylvia Mon Mothma started to speak.
Sylvia: Emperor Webber has just made a crucial error… We know now that his next move will be to produce a remake of 'Fame'. He's currently stuck in Broadway because of the rehearsals, and it is the time we have chosen to strike him… He will loose this battle… Some of us volunteered to lead the counter attack by producing 'Much ado about nothing' and making it a musical… Max Solo?… Is your cast ready?
Max: Well my cast is ready, but I don't have a production crew…
Niles grunted seemingly offended.
Max: Well don't yell at me Niles, I didn't want to speak for yourself!
Fran gave him a nudge in the ribs.
Fran: Count me in…!
Brighton descended the alley of the theater at this moment.
Brighton: I'm with you too!
Maggie-PO turned toward R2-Gracie with a dejected look.
Maggie: There we go again…
R2-Gracie whistled happily.
Maggie: Exciting?!… I wouldn't call that 'exciting' at all!
Sylvia interrupted.
Sylvia: All right, if everybody's ready, we should launch the operation right now… And May the Force be with you…
Max, Niles, Fran, Brighton, Maggie, and Gracie returned to their base (the Sheffield's mansion) to talk about what they were going to do.
Max: I think 'Much ado about nothing' is going to be a hit! It's one of Shakespeare's funniest plays, and making it a musical is going to be the funniest thing we've done for long!… What do you think Brighton?
But Brighton remained silent. He stood there, frozen.
Fran: Something's wrong Brighton?
Brighton: Huh?… Yeah… I shouldn't have come… I'm endangering the mission…
Fran: Are you kidding?!
Brighton: No… Fran , Max, Chewie… Before I left Queens, Master Yetta told me I'd have to confront C.C. Vader one day… Well, I think this day has come… Vader can sense my presence and so do I…He could locate me and therefore locate you… This is why I must leave… I must go on my own fight… He stood up and headed for the door. May the Force be with you, I'm sure you will win the Tony's competition… I'll join you when everything is finished. I know I can bring Vader back to the Sheffield side…" With that, he left.
Fran: Oy! Why must he be so brave?!
Max put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Max: He'll be back don't worry… Let's get to work shall we?…
Niles was already preparing coffee for the long production labor that awaited them…
As the days went by, every once in a while, they would go to the theater and check out how the cast and direction were doing.
Everything seemed to be going well until… Emperor Webber's agents managed to locate them and came to interrupt the rehearsals.
Empire officer: You're trapped you rebel scum!
Max grabbed Fran's hand while Niles was gathering their notes and Maggie and Gracie were heading for the back door.
Empire officer: [to his crew] besiege the theater! No one must escape!… That way, the Sheffield Alliance will never be able to produce its own musical!
Max was thinking fast.
Max: Niles, go with the technical crew. See if we cannot attract them to the stage and then bury them under the curtains!… Fran!… We've got to find a way to secure the entrance of the theater!… Maggie, Gracie!… See if you can help Niles!
Brighton had finally managed to reach 'The Empire' theater, the residence theater of Emperor Webber. He breathed deeply and entered it. he was immediately greeted by two crew members, and led to Vader.
C.C.: [to the crew] Leave us alone…
[to Brighton] So?…What are you doing into the lion's den?
Brighton: I've come to bring you back…
C.C. erupted with an evil laughter.
C.C.: Ha!… young presumptuous!… I'll never come back to the Sheffield's productions! Andrew Lloyd Webber is paying me a lot more, and I won't come back to Maxwell Sheffield!
Brighton: I can feel the dilemma within you C.C.! Come with me! Money is not the most important and you know that!… The Alliance is preparing a major counter attack and you won't go through it if you don't come back with me!
C.C.: [with a hint of regret in her voice] It is too late for me Brighton…
Brighton: See?!… you called me 'Brighton'! You never called us by our names before!…I can feel the conflict…
C.C.: There is no conflict!… I'll lead you to the Emperor… Andrew Lloyd Webber is your master now…
Brighton: Then the C.C. I knew is really dead… He said dejected.
Back at the Sheffield theater, Niles, Fran, Max, Gracie, and Maggie had managed to attract Webber's crew on the stage. Fran, Maggie, and some of the Alliance crew had reached the footlights and were sawing off the cables hanging the curtains while R2-Gracie was keeping them on the stage with the help of Max and Niles-Chewie. Suddenly, the curtains all collapsed over Webber's men, trapping them. The Alliance men had no troubles tying them, and they could all go back to work pretty soon.
Max was really happy: this was really going to be a hit, and they had every chance of winning the Tony's competition and smash Andrew Lloyd Webber once and for all… Why would the Emperor bother with them if he didn't fear their possible victory?…
C.C. led Brighton in front of the Emperor. The latter evilly gauged him.
Andrew Lloyd Webber: Welcome young Skywalker!… I have been expecting you!… Now my victory is complete!… The Sheffield Alliance will soon be down when they face my utmost supremacy at the Tony's ceremony!
Brighton: They won't!… Your musical's not going to make a dollar and soon, it is you who will be defeated by the Sheffield Alliance!
A.L.W.: Oh, you're talking about that pitiful Shakespeare play they are trying to make a musical out of?… My men must have stopped them by now…No competition!… Your defeat is complete!
Brighton tried to grab Webber's notes in a desperate attempt, but C.C. stopped him. Webber smiled evilly as Brighton fought C.C. Then Brighton stopped and suddenly disappeared between the ranks of seats. C.C. slowly checked each one.
Brighton:[off] I won't fight you C.C. …Come back to the Sheffield side!
C.C.: Never!… never again!
Brighton: [off] I feel the conflict within you! Let go of your cupidity! Come with me!
They had almost reached the entrance of the theater. Suddenly, Webber yelled:
A.L.W.: Get him NOW!
Three Empire crew members appeared from nowhere, grabbed Brighton and led him to the Emperor.
A.L.W.: [to Brighton] Now, WATCH!
In front of poor Brighton, dancers started to perform a revised version of 'Fame'. Brighton really could not bare watching the show: all these flashy colors, ugly dancers, high pitched sounds,…, this was too much!
C.C. was actually much troubled. She kept looking alternatively from Andrew Lloyd Webber to poor Brighton. Andrew Lloyd Webber had an evil grin on his face. Brighton was in agony contorting himself in his seat .
Suddenly, C.C. grabbed Brighton and escaped from the Empire theater with him, leaving Webber agape and motionless.
The rehearsals of 'Much ado about nothing' were finished. Max and Fran were resting after their hard day, tenderly hugging each other in the theater.
Fran: I wonder if Brighton has managed what he wanted…
Max sighed heavily.
Max: You love him?
Fran was a bit taken aback by his question.
Max: … Don't you?
Fran: Yes!…
Max: All right… I understand… When he comes back… I won't get in the way…
Fran: Oy!… it's not like that at all!… She cupped his chin in her hand and smiled lovingly at him. I'm his nanny!
And she kissed him with such a passion that should he ever had any doubts about her love for him, those were erased all at once.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance of the theater. Max and Fran rose from their seats. Brighton and C.C. came in, closely followed by Niles, Maggie-PO, and R2-Gracie.
Fran: Brighton!
She rushed to hug him. Max followed her, watching C.C. cautiously.
Brighton: You know, Fran, Max… I was right about C.C… She quit Webber! She wants to work for you again!
Max held his hand up and shook C.C.'s.
Max: Welcome back C.C…
From behind C.C., Niles yelped. Max looked at him but could not tell whether his companion had done this out of desperation or of cheer happiness…
They all exited the theater.
Much ado about nothing was a tremendous hit and won six Tony awards while Andrew Lloyd Webber's revised version of 'Fame' wasn't even nominated as it had been indeed a terrible flop…
The Sheffield Alliance was victorious and a new order was restored in the Broadway Galaxy…
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[beep… beep… beep… beep…]
Brighton woke up with a start, drops of perspiration all over his brow. He tried to gather his thoughts a moment, then breathed more easily: Thank God it was only a dream!
[knock! knock!]
Brighton: Come in!
Fran peeked through the doorway.
Fran: You're up?!…Okay!… Just checking up!… Hurry up! Niles has prepared breakfast and Gracie's almost finished it!… You're the last one!
Brighton: I'll be ready in a minute Mom!… I've just had the strangest dream and…
He stopped: Fran had already disappeared.
He took a quick shower and went down the main stairs whistling distractedly. He proceeded through the living room and the kitchen door then stopped dead. He retraced his steps and stared at the shelves above the fireplace: there was something he had never noticed before…
…6 Tony awards for 'Much ado about nothing'…
The End
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