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“West End Girl” by John Reyer Afamasaga now “April’s Fool”

By Lucee-Stacy – Ms Smash & Dash

Dashing through the wasteland the web can be—when you find yourself in a tube you slid down because you carelessly clicked on a seemingly harmless link—can be a mercy dash for one’s hard drive. On one such occasion, I came across one of John Reyer’s vacant lots with links to his Kindle eBook “The Guy.” READ MORE! @ Prlog,com

PREFACE

MMD = MindMorph Dimension, or the planet earth and the universe in which it exists. Named after the way our minds as a collective are controlled easily, as easy as saying "Finger Licking Good! 1 herb and spice, 12 teaspoons of whatever." You know what I mean? Our minds are all morphed, by slogans, colors, tunes, brands, and mother's tales.

SFD = SenFenide Dimension, or the subconscious where I imagine the darkness of hell dwells scaring us with all the unexplained stuff which accumulates there, together with other stuff pushed to the back, having been smashed into you when you were young and easily lead. Also referred to as the dream world, which is how we access the SFD. In this series - Repro in SFD by John Reyer & Ish, they play in the SenFenide Dimension.

AMD = AmalgaMension Dimension, my idea of heaven, where you're a whole. Having totally amalgamated all the experience, lessons, and knowledge, integrating all that good stuff into your everyday life, and living what my mum and dad used to refer to as "A life that counts!"

Excerpt from Interview With John Reyer Afamasaga on the Release of His New Book "The Guy" February 23rd 2010

OPENING SCENES

PART 1

’80s disco served on a vinyl platter. Its warm and round bass notes, with tickling guitar licks, makes one want to get into it…

“Mr. Pink’s” in the SFD, even though it is minus Lazoo, is still the place to be. The exclusive NYC hangout is jam packed, wall-to-wall, with perfect bodies and beautiful faces, peppered with seedy but interesting characters, who do not deter those who have come from the MMD to seek out unobtainable pleasure, albeit of a hefty price.

April, a woman more in the Kate Dillon than the Kate Moss mold, tries to get comfortable in the environment; she has invested her life savings to come here.

She waits for Metofeaz, who is at the bar; she just met the writer after she landed in the forgotten dimension.

“Ish?” asks the sexy but nosy looking woman, who stands intrusively close to the table’s edge. April has seen her face on the side of a bus.

“Lucee-Stacy, meet April,” says Metofeaz, arriving with the drinks…

Alarm bells sound as April replays what her tour guide, a recovering Sex Addict, just said.

“Relax, chick. It was an intro; not a come on, okay?” April’s eyes dart about the table to avoid Metofeaz’s smile.

April looks up as a group passing by the table stops. “Nice work, SKIHI; we should do something together,” a wealthy looking man comments. Then he points to one of the women around him, “This is Nancy.”

Metofeaz, an okay looking guy, smiles as he introduces himself. “Metofeaz, Recovering Sex Addict, on day 375…”

PART 2

Metofeaz wipes the whiteboard clean; someone has used a permanent marker so the words “Intrusive thoughts” peer back at him as he continues to rub out markings written using the correct marker.

Behind him is a circle of chairs. Already seated in some of them are MRS. X, a housewife from the burbs; Lunar Bois, a writer from the city; and Rocol Récene, a business woman from the MMD, who felt she needed a pep up while on vacation.

April, who wanted to come along because she had nothing else to do, sits in the back of the room, watching these people who confess to having a disorder they refer to as “Sexual Addiction.”

“April, come in,” Metofeaz suggests to the shy person who keeps her eyes on Metofeaz and the three people who look at her as she reaches down for her bag.

April seats herself at the bottom of the circle with a seat between herself and Lunar, a fidgety but cute looking guy, and another seat between herself and Rocol, a well-manicured and extremely attractive woman.

April wonders about the disorder these people suffer, and whether, like alcoholism or what gives people a penchant for violence, some common thread ties each of their circumstances together.

The door opens and the cool air breezes in as a gaunt and tall man pokes his head inside. His manner rushes in as the wind he brought with him swirls around the room.

Everyone looks at the door, which he closes after stepping into the room and realizing he has disturbed the people present.

“Klauz Lentz,” he says as if his name will endear him immediately to the others.

Metofeaz nods his head, “Nice to meet you, Klauz; do you know where you’ve walked into?” Metofeaz’s tone makes it sound like he knows this character who sits down between April and Rocol, directly opposite MRS. X, who smiles at him in a suggestive way.

PART 3

John Reyer closes the door of the Z4. The music from upstairs at MMESOL spills out onto the street as satisfied clientele leave and new ones climb the stairs to the brothel.

The call to check out a Concept in its early stages, where a guy has overdosed on heroin, should be an easy gig.

Inside the 1920s style dance hall, the entertainment lives up to the lavish décor.

Upstairs where the real entertainment happens, in one of the many red carpeted corridors, the owner of the fine establishment, a fashion designer by the name of Lavenda Stevonsen, reaches for John Reyer’s arm, which he conveniently moves out of her reach when he reaches into his jacket pocket for his phone, which miraculously rings.
“Hi, hon,” he says into the phone as he finally makes eye contact with the woman waiting to lead him to the scene of a possible REPRO related death, making it a crime.

Inside the room, a body with a heavily tattooed torso lies face down on the king-size bed. The man was in his thirties, the identification informs John Reyer.

John Reyer holds the cold hand up while he studies it. It  has bruised knuckles, and strands of hair, not requiring forensic study, fall from it, as he turns it palm up.

“Where’s the girl who was with him?” John Reyer asks the woman standing at his shoulder.

“Gone; we found him when the staff came to redo the room,” Lavenda admits.

The needle, still in the man’s arm, dangles as John Reyer lifts the other arm, where a pink bra is tied tightly around the bicep.

Chapter 1

PART 1

Ish looks out the window as DJ announces, “Lee Ritenour’s Night Rhythms. Ladies, welcome to the dimension where your dream is someone else’s demise…”

The beautiful woman, who graces magazine covers, glances over the rags that litter her table; plenty of captions refer to her as “April,” the character she is playing in the latest REPRO.

Her serene eyes turn sad when she sees some of the covers’ headlines suggest Lavenda Stevonsen and John Reyer are more to each other than just two people whose paths cross from time to time in their line of work.

Her phone vibrates and slides across a magazine cover, where she appears as a dowdy-looking April. “Feeaz” is calling her; a wee smile comes to her face, and then she remembers their upcoming sex scene together.

She steps slowly across the balcony, watching where she places her bare feet as Metofeaz talks to her; his voice is comforting as she imagines the smile behind the words that make her feel at ease.

PART 2

John Reyer waits for the latest arrivals from the MMD; among the group of locals waiting to be inhabited is Super Model Ish. One or two of the locals recognize the super star in her drab looking disguise, and ask, “OMG, is that you?” A schoolgirl tells the woman beside her, “WOW; it’s Ish, Mom.”

Metofeaz sits quietly in the passenger seat as they wait for the entities or souls to find a shell that will hopefully give them a taste of their wildest dreams.

Afanasy, who leans on the door of the BMW with his arms folded, is pleased with the group made up of women. “Orderly, I like it.” John Reyer smiles at Afanasy’s words as he looks up at him.

“Usher says, ‘U Remind Me’,” DJ says, announcing the arrival. As falling stars cover the early morning sky, the three object formation breaks into three fiery balls that flame a blazing trail as they orbit the dimension.

The women in a huddle look up at the skies; their heads turn as one as the meteorites surrounds them in the brightest light their eyes have ever seen.

John looks at Metofeaz who stretches his neck left and right as he watches Lavenda Stevonsen closely. Next to her is Rocol Récene. The two look like they could’ve been best friends in another place and time.

“Relax; let things take their natural course.” John Reyer sounds nervous.

“You’re an investigator now; you’ve got no say,” Metofeaz clenches his jaw, making his words hard to understand.

John Reyer looks at the hand on his shoulder, and then he looks up at Afanasy. “He’s right; you forfeited your control when you accepted this role, brother.”

Singularly, stringed elements from the backing track add an operatic accompaniment to the landing, as one of the falling objects hits the surface, and a million or more glowing objects seen in the SFD’s atmosphere flee along the ground.

Ish clenches her fists as she senses that the moment when she relinquishes her control is all but upon her.

John Reyer’s grin sits uncomfortably on his face; his response to what he’s been told is hidden as the kick drum and bass line begin to thump. The SFD comes alive with the news that a new REPRO has made it to “WIDE RELEASE.”

The investigator looks at the Conceptualizer next to him, who should be ecstatic at having created another blockbuster, but as Metofeaz looks at the group of women being transformed, he reaches for the door handle and utters, “You asked for it, and here I am,” while Usher adds “…you may need to sit down, this may take a while…”

Metofeaz pauses to allow the scene to change; the vacant lot magically transforms into the exterior of an international airport terminal.

Taxi-cabs and tourists looking for a ride appear everywhere.

John Reyer watches Afanasy walk off to where the Aston Martin is parked. John checks the sleeves of his suit, and then he looks inside the jacket and sees the Charley Stevonsen label.

Taking a moment to absorb the new scene, he reminds himself he is a nobody in the REPRO. When he looks left to sees the profile of Metofeaz, it’s as if SKIHI’s frozen.

John Reyer looks in the direction Metofeaz is facing as Ish comes to mind.

He looks for her in the busy place, but he cannot find her.

A board comes into focus a few meters in front of the car. Too scared to read what the placard might reveal, he looks at its reflection on the convertible’s hood.

He looks back at Metofeaz, who looks at him with a devilish look in his eye and a smile to match. Metofeaz looks back at the reason why he smiles.

DJ clears his throat, making John Reyer even more uneasy, as the whole dimension hears a needle being placed on a spinning record.

The scene in slo mo, focuses on close ups, ones John Reyer cannot escape as he closes his eyes tight, but he then opens them as he hears the door shut.

Metofeaz’s stride takes forever to reach its next step. John Reyer allows himself to read the sign “April’s Fool.”

He looks back at Metofeaz’s smile as he holds out his hand to the voluptuous woman reaching for it.

The woman glances at him as she smiles at Metofeaz.

A cool breeze gives him a rush, as everything around him falls back into its natural rhythm.

“Love Looks Good on You.” DJ’s voice is the first thing he recognizes, and then the melody of the REPRO’s theme song.

He starts the engine and then looks in the rearview mirror. April looks at him as he looks out at the traffic.

Metofeaz looks as if he wants to say something to him as a cab slows down, giving him space to jump into the traffic.

He slowly applies his foot to the accelerator in time with the lyric, “Summer goes, winter’s slow. Autumn leaves, but you’re still around….”

PART 3

John Reyer looks at the stereo as the Michael Bublé ditty “Haven’t Met You Yet” begins.

He tries hard to ignore the billboard with a picture of Metofeaz and April, but the traffic jam he is stuck in leaves him parked in front of the poster which now goes back to a scene in the REPRO.

The list of calls on the dashboard screen is long, and when a close up of April appears on the billboard, he decides to take a call from a supermarket in the opposite direction; at least it will allow him to escape the REPRO in his face.

He pulls up to the parking lot and immediately spots Lucee-Stacy. Or, Ms. Smash & Dash as she is known in the industry.

The reporter for a woman’s rag would herself be a looker if it were not for her scheming ways.

“Hey, how’s it?” John Reyer asks, making Ms. Dash look at the ground, hiding a smile.

“Ish is making a good fist of things,” says Lucee-Stacy, immediately putting the investigator on the defensive.

“Report says someone threw your bag into the scene of a Concept, correct?” John Reyer looks at the Super Market they walk toward.

The mischievous looking chick nods her head as she bites her bottom lip. “If it makes it to WIDE RELEASE, we can talk to the Conceptualizer or writer and retrieve it then.” John Reyer offers Lucee-Stacy a stock standard response.

They reach the window and both peer inside where the video for the song playing is taking place.

“Come on! It’ll be fun; let’s go in, ah?” Lucee-Stacy does her best to try and tempt the Conceptualizer and writer of some of the biggest hits in the world of REPRO into making a move.

His phone rings, “Hey, how’s it?” he answers while looking at the reporter, who smiles at him. He feels the desire to laugh at her cunning as he listens to the message.

He ends the call and announces, “A real one; have to dash, Ms. Dash,” and he walks off.

“Where at? I need a lift to the strip?” Lucee walks after him.

Inside the car, he openly reads details of his next call on screen. Lucee’s eyes light up when she sees links to another call at the same place only last night—MMESOL.

“By the way, what was in the bag that was so important?” John Reyer asks as they pull up to the brothel.

“Lavenda Stevonsen the designer owns this joint now, right?” Lucee-Stacy responds with her own question.

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