Dawn of a New Day by Gilbert Morris

Author:Gilbert Morris [Morris, Gilbert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC042030, FIC042000, FIC026000
ISBN: 978-1-4412-3994-5
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2012-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

Mark had come to Las Vegas to see Bobby Stuart’s opening at the Sands. He wasn’t disappointed; it was a smash, as he had thought. The crowd had been standing and begging for more, and Bobby gave them encore after encore. He used some of the hit tunes, including, “You Can’t Hurry Love,” made popular by the Supremes, and James Brown’s “I Got You.” Then he did “Turn, Turn, Turn” by the Byrds and the Rolling Stones hit “Paint It Black.”

After the performance Mark went backstage and was finally permitted into the huge dressing room. As usual, Bobby was surrounded by his group: D. J. Heinzman, a tall, lanky man who played rhythm guitar; Ossie Peabody, black and militant, the drummer; and Jimmy Franz, small and eager with blond hair and blue eyes. He took a lot of abuse as the gofer.

Faye Harlow, a pretty young woman with reddish blond hair and gray eyes, looked as if she was high on drugs, and the rest weren’t far behind.

Bobby appeared to be on something too. His eyes were bright and glassy, and his laugh was high and artificial. Finally Mark got him off to one side, and the two had a talk, of sorts, although it was hard to talk with anyone as stoned as Bobby Stuart.

“I like your writing. I read all I can get a hold of, Mark,” Bobby said, his speech slurred.

“Thanks, Bobby. I really came down here to do a piece on you.”

“Is that right? Well, go ahead. What are you going to call it?”

“Just ‘Bobby Stuart.’ Thought I might give the fans an inside view of what it’s like to be the acquaintance of a famous star.”

Bobby talked for some time, but much of it was disjointed, and finally Mark understood that he would get nothing out of Bobby Stuart when he was in this condition. He suggested that the two have breakfast.

“Breakfast? Man, I don’t get up in time for breakfast! Maybe at noon. Come around, and we’ll see.”

A sadness filled Mark as he saw the wreckage in Bobby’s eyes. He got up and left, and nobody paid any attention. They were all busy with their drugs and their liquor.

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