Flying High:Written for Blogophilia,GBE2 and BFF

Written for:


Blogophilia 52.4 Topic: "Friendly Ferrets"
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): Use the line 'no stop till Brooklyn"
(Easy, 1pt): include a rabbit


GBE2
WEEK #40 (2-19-12 to 2-25-12): Write Jane’s Tale
Last week, one of our members ended up in the emergency room and when she left, she had 27 stitches on her cheek. Ouch, right? So here’s where we come in. We need to give Jane a better story. A tantalizing tale that she can tell when the askers ask. Bar fight, crazy coworker, or troubled lover? Sure! Unfortunate incident at the vet’s office? Maybe. Alien encounter? Huh, could be. You get the idea. Run with it. Have fun with it. Write Jane’s Tale. 


BFF:
BFF #169 is "Tears of a Clown". 

“Events will take their course,it is no good of being angry at them;he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.” ~Euripides quotes

Captain K: How did he make the rabbit disappear in a hat, Mom?

Irene:  Well, in the first place, it wasn’t a real rabbit in there. It was just fabricated and the magician moved it as realistically as possible.

Captain K:  But it looked so real!

Irene: Believe me honey. No rabbit would allow herself to be treated that way,  ears being pulled out from the hat. You want me to try it on you?

Captain K: Ouucchhh!! No, way!

Irene: I guess people are just like that rabbit in a hat. People may believe us for real when we put up a  good front. And so are the magicians and the clowns in the circus.

Captain K: Why? Aren’t we real?

Irene: You know what’s nice being a kid? You can live in a fantasy world and no one will mock on you , whereas, us adults, we sometimes need to put up a good front .

Captain K:Why would grown-ups do that?

Irene:Because we don’t want to look ridiculous. We always need to look strong...and happy ....and able...just like how grown-ups should be.

Captain K:I don’t want to be a grown-up then!

Irene: Well, it’s either you grow up and be like the rest of us or you be a clown! Either way, loneliness and tragedies can be masked with laughter. The only difference is, no one would notice the tears behind the clown.People would always assume you’re always happy but somebody will always ferret out the truth from us with the slightest hint of sorrow.

Captain K: Then, I don’t want to be a clown either! Wouldn’t it be more lonely to have no one asking you if you’re ok or not?  Oh, look at them!

Captain K was pointing at those high-flyers doing stunt rehearsal for the night. Jane was being held up by some male acrobats and about to be tossed up high into the air.

Elizabeth: Hey,Jane! Be careful!

Jane: Throw me up guys as high as you can!

Elizabeth: Easy! You’re just starting to learn!

   

Tyler was briefing everybody about the routine.

Tyler:  Before she reaches that height, you have to catch Jane mid-air .Push her towards that area until she gains momentum to go on her own,release her hand and that guy over there on the far left side of this stadium will throw that swinging bar  to her . 

Tyler turned around to face Jane.

Tyler: And you Jane should grab that flying trapeze as fast as you can and continue swinging back and forth, repeating the routine thrice. On your final routine, halfway, this same guy who tossed you around will grab your hand and will safely land you on the ground. But while you are up there,don’t attempt to stop in the middle Jane ..no stop ‘till Brooklyn! Or you’ll end up in a rabbit hole. No worries, those friendly “ferrets” down here will be here to catch you if you slip. Plus there’s a safety net ,so no worries. Am I right,boys?

The boys winked at Jane.

Tyler: (whispering to Jane) Be careful Jane, they bite. They are nocturnal sleeping whole day and hunting cute rabbits like you at night J Ok,let’s do it!

And so they did the aerial tricks as instructed. Jane was flying high looking like a modern goddess in her distressed Calvin Klein shorts. She was on her final routine and everything was going perfectly but events would take their course and disregard her feelings and volatility. Accident pays no respect for anyone’s worth. It sees not the circumstances surrounding the victim. It strikes when it wants to strike. And so it did. Just when the high-flying catcher was about to get Jane, a bird came by as if wanting to join the spectacle, disrupting him from snatching Jane on time . To his surprise, Jane was able to manage to hold his pants instead ,making her swing uncontrollably towards a chandelier giving it a shake .As she fell on the arms of the other high-flyers, a piece of the chandelier dropped on her face. She was just lucky that none of it went to her eyes because she just closed her eyes while she was falling down, succumbing to the inevitable instead of resisting it ...trusting the unknown..leaving everything to chance.

Irene: Oh my God! Is she ok?

Trevor: She looks ok except for some wounds on her face. No bone fracture I think. We’ll bring her to the hospital.

Captain K: Mom, what about the show?

Just before she could answer, the host grabbed a mike and made an announcement.

Trevor: Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry for a slight interruption but the show must go on!

Captain K: Mom, that host is putting up a good front as if nothing happened just now!

Irene: Sometimes we need that honey to keep the whole world turning. We just have to live this life no matter how unpleasant it may seem sometimes. No stop ‘till Brooklyn.

Captain K: And when we get to Brooklyn,do we get to eat a pizza?

Irene: Hahaha! That reminds me. Let's grab a bite before we watch the show.

A couple of weeks after, on a big coliseum, a crowd was cheering for a group of circus high-flyers. The female acrobat took a bow and threw flying kisses to everybody. The curtain closed as the crowd was screaming a name...

Crowd: Jane!!!! More!!!More!!!!

It was a thunderous applause which almost shook the coliseum. Everybody loved Jane. It wasn't a surprise he was cast in Moulin Rouge and Phantom of the Opera theater plays the year after because she didn't allow her scars to stop her from pursuing her passion.  In fact, she was always heard saying, 

"My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow." ~Carly Simon

Thanks for reading and show some love to Jane...
Jane