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Topic: IT'S CHILD'S PLAY (06/06/19)
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By Dennis Gallemore
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Sighing heavily, Veronica Child picked up the paper, her eyes on Myers. “Not as sorry as I am. Thanks for at least taking the time to read it; you’re the only producer out of six to even read the script. I knew that the theme would be controversial to some, but I never expected producers to run from it like it was the plague.”
Myers shrugged. “What can I say? A play about prayer is dull. It’s not hip; it’s not even believable.” Standing, he picked up the check. “Look, you could always produce it yourself.”
“Not an option or I would’ve already done it. I don’t have the kind of money needed to get my play on the stage.”
“Probably for the best,” he tossed over his shoulder as he stepped out of the diner.
Taking a sip of coffee, Veronica glanced around. A young couple sat in a corner booth, their eyes on a screen of an open laptop. “Everything is digital.” Tilting her head, she pondered that for a moment. “Everything.”
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“Crowdsourcing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Veronica lamented to her friend. “Caitlyn, I raised a grand total of just over fifteen bucks. Woo-hoo.” Sitting on a park bench, she wrapped her sweater tighter against the chill autumnal wind. “What do I do now?”
Rising from the bench, Caitlyn smiled gently and patted Veronica on her shoulder. “I don’t know; I wish I had the answer for you, but I don’t. I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll call you later.”
Veronica watched as her friend walked down the sidewalk. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “What do I do now?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Whirling, Veronica came face-to-face with a man sitting on the bench beside her. “Where did you come from?”
He smiled, his blue eyes glistening. “I’ve always believed that where one is going is far more important than where one has been.”
“Uh, okay. I didn’t see you walk up, that’s all.”
“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your friend. You are a playwright?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that; I’ve only written one play and I can’t get it produced. Who are you, anyway?”
He smiled. “Call me Gabe. You haven’t answered my question, Veronica.”
“How did you know my name?”
“I heard your friend call you that.”
“What am I forgetting?”
“What’s your play about?”
“The power of prayer.”
His face crinkled. “Just so.”
“I’ve prayed about the play. Not that it’s any business of a complete stranger as far as I can see, but I’ve prayed a lot about the play.”
“I’m no longer a complete stranger to you; you know my name, do you not?”
Receiving no reply, he shrugged. “In any case, I have another question for you. Have you asked others to pray with you?”
“Sure; I’ve asked quite a few people to pray with me.”
He leaned forward. “There is great power in the prayer of groups, even more so in nations, the world. Would that not be so?”
“I guess so, but how could I possibly get anyone more than my friends and family to pray with me. Even some of them won’t do it.”
“Everything is digital. Did you not say that yourself?”
Stunned, she stared at him in disbelief. “How did you know that I said that? How could you possibly know that? Wait, were you sitting near me in the diner? Funny, I don’t remember seeing you there.” Receiving no reply, she continued. “You mean that I should get people online to pray for the play? Is that what you mean?”
“Your play is about prayer, after all. Ask people around the world to pray that the funds for your play will come to you.” He chuckled. “We want to see your play, Child’s Play, produced. It carries a message the entire world needs to hear.”
“We? Who’s we?”
Winking, he strode away.
***
“Opening night, Veronica! This is so exciting! You did it!”
Glancing around the audience, Veronica shook her head. “I didn’t do it, Caitlyn. God did. Thousands of people worldwide all prayed and the money came. All thanks to Gabe, the guy I told you about.” She pointed across the theater. “There he is now.” She waved. “He’s such an angel, isn’t he?”
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