Sweet child of mine- chap 7 (4/5)
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September 23 2010, 12:36:29 UTC
The shockwave stopped for a moment of poignant void, and turned into a soft vibe pity. So they were sorry now, for the wee spokesman who lost his cool? No, Tomasz thought. I have to keep going. I drove this car off the road and now I'm stuck in some serious mud, aren't I… Tomasz kept talking, ignoring the prompter. The surge of emotion was already drifting from pity to surprise, even from the cynics. He knew what he had to say. What the people needed to hear. He would probably get himself fired for this but come on! he had to! It was like a force, stronger than him- forming the right words in his mouth. The prompter kept running- but the connection between what it read and what he said was only in spirit, the idea being pretty much the same, only in words people were willing to hear. He told them how much he adored his party's candidate not as someone who was paid to say it. He talked to them from up there- but somehow, he knew he could see eye to eye with them (even with those horrid projectors). And as he kept going, they flowed into him more and more. He was overwhelmed by mass sympathy, for crying out loud. He told them with utmost sincerity about the faith he had in his party, about the vision of cleaner politics. He knew that lying now would be the death of him. His honesty thrived on the crowd's love, that thrived on his honesty. It was beautiful. And then it stopped. He could hear loud applause as he walked off the stage, his brain feeling fuzzy. He half expected being yelled at for improvising and going totally off track, even if he did give all the information he was supposed to pass on. So no one was more surprised than him when the maestro ran up to him, smiling triumphantly.
"I knew it! The moment I looked at you I knew! And I was right! Up there- splendid! Absolutely splendid, and so honest! Original! Wonderful job, Firley!" Tomasz gawked in surprise. "You… aren’t mad…?" "Mad? I've always been a little mad!" The maestro joked. "If I weren't, I wouldn't have had this hunch that you simply have it in you, boy! But I never expected! Fantastic!" The maestro gave him a wide grin, "The speech we wrote was good, but you made it yours and made even me feel a little lacking compared to your sheer overflowing charisma- it was absolutely splendid!" Tomasz just blushed and smiled a little. He didn't know what got into him up there - sheer overflowing charisma? The hell is going on? But whatever that was, it felt good. More than that - it felt right. "Maestro! Maestro! The main channel news wants a personal interview with both you and Firley- two newspapers too- you really impressed them!" Alicja came running towards them, all smiles and joy- "You were amazing Firley! I mean really, wow… !"
"-No interviews for you, Firley- I will go up there in a moment- tell them that, Alicja sweetheart, yes? But not you," he gave patted Tomasz on the shoulder, "-you tell Gofer to call you a cab back to the hotel -on the party, I'll take care of that. You need to lie down, Firley, I think you're going to throw up." Tomasz sat down and let the shock sink in while people around him were busy running somewhere and looking pleased. Now was time to just let things happen.
Tomasz kept talking, ignoring the prompter. The surge of emotion was already drifting from pity to surprise, even from the cynics. He knew what he had to say. What the people needed to hear. He would probably get himself fired for this but come on! he had to! It was like a force, stronger than him- forming the right words in his mouth. The prompter kept running- but the connection between what it read and what he said was only in spirit, the idea being pretty much the same, only in words people were willing to hear. He told them how much he adored his party's candidate not as someone who was paid to say it. He talked to them from up there- but somehow, he knew he could see eye to eye with them (even with those horrid projectors). And as he kept going, they flowed into him more and more. He was overwhelmed by mass sympathy, for crying out loud. He told them with utmost sincerity about the faith he had in his party, about the vision of cleaner politics. He knew that lying now would be the death of him. His honesty thrived on the crowd's love, that thrived on his honesty. It was beautiful.
And then it stopped.
He could hear loud applause as he walked off the stage, his brain feeling fuzzy. He half expected being yelled at for improvising and going totally off track, even if he did give all the information he was supposed to pass on. So no one was more surprised than him when the maestro ran up to him, smiling triumphantly.
"I knew it! The moment I looked at you I knew! And I was right! Up there- splendid! Absolutely splendid, and so honest! Original! Wonderful job, Firley!"
Tomasz gawked in surprise. "You… aren’t mad…?"
"Mad? I've always been a little mad!" The maestro joked. "If I weren't, I wouldn't have had this hunch that you simply have it in you, boy! But I never expected! Fantastic!" The maestro gave him a wide grin, "The speech we wrote was good, but you made it yours and made even me feel a little lacking compared to your sheer overflowing charisma- it was absolutely splendid!"
Tomasz just blushed and smiled a little. He didn't know what got into him up there - sheer overflowing charisma? The hell is going on? But whatever that was, it felt good. More than that - it felt right.
"Maestro! Maestro! The main channel news wants a personal interview with both you and Firley- two newspapers too- you really impressed them!" Alicja came running towards them, all smiles and joy- "You were amazing Firley! I mean really, wow… !"
"-No interviews for you, Firley- I will go up there in a moment- tell them that, Alicja sweetheart, yes? But not you," he gave patted Tomasz on the shoulder, "-you tell Gofer to call you a cab back to the hotel -on the party, I'll take care of that. You need to lie down, Firley, I think you're going to throw up."
Tomasz sat down and let the shock sink in while people around him were busy running somewhere and looking pleased. Now was time to just let things happen.
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