PART 6...CONTINUING..

She couldn't take it anymore.the soft bed.the urge to get there

soon.she needed it. her hands moved slowly under the blanket...

waiting..waiting for the inevitable ..it had to happen.she had waited

all day.it all started in the afternoon,after church.it continued on the

hill with the sunset .it took hold of her in the kitchen. she sat on him

and wanted to......soo badd.

After a long struggle.

she eventually fell asleep.





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Morning came suddenly.The *cock-a-doodle-do* was loud and clear.UP! eyes

open.The sheet slightly off the bed,hanging on the floor.The sleep was

great.Her eyes catches the time,5:27 am..(tick tock).she did not hear

any other movement in the house.Turning to her left,she sees him lying

next to her .She wonders if he was disappointed with her. A mischievious

thought enters her head.~he's asleep,so he'll never know.~Taking her

hands from under her head, she pulls the sheet over her face;its

slightly dark underneath .she raises her head and sees boxer

shorts.From where she laying the colour is obscure.she needs further

proof of events past..the dance in the warehouse ..the kiss in the

grass.. ~~Was it, as her thoughts had led her to believe?-~~does he

really possess such a RUB-A-DUB~?. Her eyes captured the scene

undercover.TOUCH ..

A wave of want sweeps over her and she held her air inwards..trying not

to disturb him. she couldn't help it..Touch Two. it's getting ready.her

heart races to catch her feelings. a nerve rises up..again. The feelings

from the splendour in the grass comes back again.she tries to contain

it. With her head still under the sheet, she did not see Duawee looking

at her. she continues ~~ok..he's still asleep,so he'll never

know~~.Touch Three..out of the baggy.

TROUBLE!

Veronica stretches herself slowly underneath.Her head comes up to meet

the light in the room.she JUMPS when she turns and finds Duawee's eyes

on her.There is silence.

she gets up from the bed and go to the bathroom to brush her

teeth.((when it's done..it must be done right). He,too, goes to the

bathroom and brushes his teeth((3 days roll into an early morning,he is

ready)).

She is lying on her back with the blanket pull up to her neck,looking

at the ceiling and eyes blinking.She doesn't look at him.she's

nervous...she's ready....she's his.she's ..she's pushing e hair off her

face.His face is over hers.The fresh smell of toothpaste is on his

breath and on hers..the breath meet to close a kiss.the pumping hearts

are beating against each other.The time 6:08am.

BODY BEAUTIFUL.

..((When Duawee saw you in the negligee last night,he needed to

investigate the Victoria's secret you held so dear.He left you there

asleep,but he could not sleep,so he played games in his head,until his

mind had enough and let him go. he fell asleep next to you)) .

Duawee holds her.she closes her eyes,expecting a surprise.The light in

the room takes most of the darkness away.They see each other in the

semi-dark and it's the greatest feeling of the last three days.Its

rolling over them and they are ready for everything.They kiss

passionately and maneuver the bed.

__the bed creaks__chjejjl.. cckkee..

They ignore the pleas from the bed springs.

BRONZE SKIN

AND RIPPLING MUSCLES.

..STRONG ..HE HOLDS HER

The clock is ticking it's minutes from the faster seconds.They are

still kissing and exploring.She opens her eyes to greet his.They surf

the bed downwards and a wave of content surrounds them .. its now ..it

is here .Around the room,a shining haze had entered through the

window.RUB-A-DUB

The bed cries painfully...the breath coming sharp and in long

gasps...the time is now.he gets up from the bed,so she could get ready.

As he moves towards her again,there's the sound of footsteps coming from

outside the house.They ignore the footsteps,until the knocks on the door

disturbs them.A quick look at the clocks shows its 6:37am.

Duawee wonders~~who could that be?

A weary look shapes Veronica's face__~~always an interruption,always

someone showing up at the wrong time~~

Duawee quickly makes himself presentable.he's angry.~~whoever this

is,better have a good excuse.

====There's the screech of tires from a car,a horn follows.the knocks

grow louder,impatient.Duawee lengthen his stride towards the

door,kicking a chair as he passes the through the room.

He opens the door and curses under his breath.



The intruder,in a female voice:HI,i just thought i'll come and surprise

you.can i come in? you still sleeping?.it's time to go to work. why are

you looking at me like that?aren't you glad to see me?

Duawee; well to tell the truth you are disturbing me. i was ..just

getting ....

Veronica hears the voices outside and exits the bedroom.she recognises

the face...it's the girl from the Warehouse.-.WENDY.

Veronica comes out with Duawee's shirt on,her legs expose and a look to

threaten the intruder.^^yes you are disturbing us,so please go

away^^__the look spoke volumes.

Wendy sees her and ignores the setting.she tries to nullify the

situation by standing in the way of love.she's got the upper hand.As

long as she stands there.Nothing happens.

Wendy:oh,i'm so sorry. i didn't know you had company.i came around to

talk to you,over breakfast. i got Vincent to bring me over here.so can

we talk privately.

Her eyes grips Veronica and tries to tug her away from the

conversation..

Duawee: we can talk right here.what you have to say can be said in front

of me and my baby.(HUGS)..her name's Veronica,by the way.so what do you

want to talk about?

Wendy; i just want to talk with you. i mentioned it to you on friday

night..i...i can't discuss this in front of her.

Duawee:well don't mention it at all.Veronica is part of my life now ,so

say what you have to say.

Wendy: Oh! aren't we a bit touchy this morning. i can wait till you get

dress and take me to work.Is she coming to work with you?

Duawee remembers it's Monday,quickly glances at a clock and runs to tne

shower.

Veronica: would you like a cup of coffee? i'll make some.your name is

Wendy right? I briefly saw you outside the club friday night,you never

spoke to me nor Marlene.Whats up with that?i thought your action very

rude and out of character of the people i've met here.did i threaten you

by standing next to Duawee? he's a very wonderful man and from all the

accounts this weekend,i've found out a lot of women would like to call

him *my boo* or *honey. so whats your story? why does my presence

disturb you?

Wendy:(in a bajan accent) yuh don't threaten me? who yuh think you is?

some blasted amurican gal who come down here tuh tek wheh muh man.don't

leh muh cuss yuh hear.yuh should mind yuh own business. i ain't in nuh

mood fuh you..

Veronica: Wendy...Wendy calm down..where's all this hostility coming

from? i merely ask a question.i'm sorry if i offended you...here's the

coffee.would you like anything to eat?

Wendy:Thanks.sorry..i'm under a lot if stress and i didn't mean to take

it out on you. ((sips the hot cup)...ahhh.. oh this hot.

Veronica: i'm sorry.. let the cool..ok





No more words.just the sound of frying eggs and the click of the toaster

browning bread.Wendy watches her from her seat.she used to be there in

the kitchen,wearing that same apron.she feels like helping,but changes

her mind.She wants to avoid Duawee's wrath,so she just sits and wait.two

eggs,with toast on a plate,landed in front of her.she eats

quickly,finishes, takes the plate and fork to the kitchen,places them

in the sink and walks away.

Duawee comes out of the bedroom.He's wearing a tie,white shirt.grey

trousers and black shoes. he looks so good to both of them.Wendy's

thoughts are the same as Veronica's:~~~oh why does he have to go to work

today,we could stay home and play ..all day.~~~

He sits down to this morning meal.his stomach welcomes the food.he keeps

his eyes away from Wendy.He's mad at her for numerous reasons.

Veronica enters the room with her breakfast,sits and eats.no words.~just

a-once-and-awhile-glance at Wendy.The plates are emptied and returned

to the kitchen.Duawee goes to the bathroom to re-brush his teeth.

Veronica :So Wendy what kind of work do you do?

Wendy; i'm a sales executive for the largest store in the country..what

do you do?

Veronica:i'm a marketing manager for a computer company,but its getting

so competitive,i feel i'll quit soon and start my own business.everyday

its traffic to and from work..lots of cars rushing around.i'm just sick

of it.although the salary is great i'm not getting the satisfaction of

being at home and doing what i want..like relax on a weekend with a good

book,go to the movies,the mountains.no i'm rushing around for the

almighty dollar..the dead presidents as today youth would say..its

tiring..tiring.

Wendy is starting to like her and regrets her outburst earlier.she looks

into her eyes as she listens to the plan.

Wendy;what do you want to do?

Veronica: i don't know yet. i'm looking into it though. i've sent off

for information on governments grants..small business information and i

received my business license before i left. i'm really determine to work

for myself. would you be interested in some information.i could send it

for you when i return.

Wendy; yes...yes..((surprised at her willingness to help her))i...i

would be most grateful to you...thank you.. Veronica

Duawee rushes into the room..kisses his babe and gets into the car.Wendy

gets in next to him,waves at Veronica.she's more relax now.

Duawee shouts from the car.

Duawee; i'll call you as soon as i get to work..don't worry i'll make

some plans for you to come and see me today..ok..bye.

The blue smoke curls upwards and is gone with the car..

Veronica closes the door..and sits down at the kitchen table.

~~What a morning..what a vacation this has been..what next is in store

for me. whoooouu..~~

After finishing her washing,she goes to the bedroom for five minutes

rest.she finds her night clothes waiting for her on the bed.she folds

and places them on the edge of the bed.

SHOWER.

WATER.

RELAX THIS MORN.

NO NEED TO RUSH.

TOWEL.

DRY.

ON BED AGAIN

HAIR'S WET

DRY..LIE DOWN

AND WAIT.



The phone rings.she jumps out of the sleep-drift.

VOICE: HI. what are you doing..sleeping?

Veronica: hi...no. i'm just lying here thinking of you.what are you

doing?

Duawee: besides making arrangements with Brian to pick you up..i getting

these financial reports ready for a meeting tomorrow..i miss you..sorry

about the intrusion this morning..some people don't know when to stay

away.

Veronica:It really didn't bother me..she seems pretty stuck on you

though.does she work at your company?

Duawee:no.. she works about five minutes walking distance from here?

Veronica;then she's close to you. ..look before my jealous streak rises

..let's forget about her and talk about today..what time is Brian

coming?.how should i dress? remember we have to go to the video shoot

later today.. you are comimg aren't you or have you made other

arrrangemts?

Duawee:: jealousy...jealousy..cool down baby..Wendy was a very

important part of my life at one time.Things were working out quite

well between us..until she messed up.. we decided to part and remain

friends.there's no need to be jealous.no need..just you wait till

later..i'm gonna .... OK MR. TOLLEY..I'll be right there.. look i have

to go.Brian bringing you here for lunch.so i'll see you in about an hour

and a half.. gotta go..love you bye.

Veronica: bye..

She's satisfied with his explanation,no matter how vague it sounds.

she dresses and waits..sits and wait..wait and wait..

((boy a bajan hour does stretch long))

A car horn.she looks out and sees Brian.he looks different somehow..oh

a new haircut and the European girl with him.He's wearing a permanent

smile. The girl is smiling too. __=Were their smiles a mocking symbol of

what Veronica missed this morning._=.

((wantee wantee can't getee getee--- a Jamaican song/saying from the

70.s))

Veronica gets into the back seat.the music is flowing.the European girl

is throwing her hands in the air and moving her body.

Brian: Veronica you remember Ingrid fromm the party don't you? Ingrid

this is Veronica..Veronica this is Ingrid.

The music takes up the greeting..Ingrid relaxes her hands for a

minute..shakes ..then throws them back in the air..singing..

__*FALUMA.. DING.. DING.. DING.

mama uh weh.oh. mama uh weeeh..



Brian sings the song word for word,even the dutch-creole

words(taki.taki)Veronica likes the songs,begins to nod her head to the

beat.ding.ding.ding.

The journey was pleasant to the eyes,not too many cars.just trees..small

school children being ferried by their teacher on a walkabout..people

waiting at bus stops,getting into vans(Z.R VANS),with music

blaring.Ingrid relaxes her arm to enjoy the sights. Her accent is

broken between English and German-sounding vowels.she's from Austria and

quite a pretty woman.Her hair is long and blond and her eyes blue like

the caribbean sea.she carries a model figure..tall and bouncy.she's

seems infatuated with Brian.his accents makes her eyes close into a

passion-look.she kisses him at the end of every sentence.Brian is

working his bajan accent around some of his more chosen words.They are

ignoring the back passenger.They discuss some event at a hotel,but the

words are muffled and mixed with a calypso beat.There's laughter and

kisses..kisses and huggings. kisses and near misses-.Finally the car

reaches the capital.its busy.the cars moving slowly,curtsying at the

walkers crossing the road.

BEEP..BEEP.. the car signals its presence to other cars.the occupants

recognises each other.one car stops next to Brian's.it's a gypsy car.the

driver wants to see who the other passengers are.

Gypsy man :Hey Brian..Whu gine on bro.? i en see yuh fuh a while.wheh

yuh get de FOOD from..dem look good. de two uh dem is yours?

Brian:you forget we talked at the Warehouse friday night? ..man drive de

car, yuh holding up traffic.. see yuh..alright.

PRO..PROMP..PRO..PROMP... GEH.. GEET..GEH..GEET... the sounding horns

did not make a pleasant rythym.They stopped outside a tall building.

Brian: Veronica..this is where we leave you till later.go through the

double doors,take the elevator to the forth floor,go through another set

of doors,then ask anyone for Duawee.. we'll meet up later for lunch..he

knows where we are going..and its my treat ok.Tell Duawee not to be late

or we gine start widdout he... hehehehehe(lauging).bye

Ingrid: see yuh Veronica.

(the European girl speaks bajan,Brian's teaching is paying off)

Veronica was taken aback,slightly,by Ingrid's words-"see yuh veronica'

She follows Brian's instructions.On the forth floor,she hears the busy

murmuh of calculators and anxious voices.A girl greets her as she enters

the room.

GIRL: may i help you?

Veronica: yes! i'm here to see Mr.Maynard.

Girl; have you got an appointment?

Veronica wanted to answer"" i don't need no appointment..he'll see me at

any time,he's my boo"" but instead ::yes..he's expecting me..tell him

Veronica Hayes is here.

The girls eyes travels up and down,investigating the dress and the body

shape.she cuts her eyes and walks away..she pouts her body.IT trembles

as she walks.the girl is advertising her body too.she's a "gud body

gal",as Lil Rick would say.she returns with a pose and a message.

Girl: follow me ..i'll take you to his office. he's having a meeting at

the moment...so you'll have to wait about fifteen minutes.. you are

american..aren't you?

Veronica; yes..does it show?

The girl laughs at the remark and let some of her hostility go.

Girl: are you related to Mr.Maynard? he's the best person in this

office. i like working with him.he's very intelligent.it really

surprises me, the way he adds numbers in his head and has the total

before the calculator does ..and he's very funny..but don't get on his

wrong side when he serious.

Veronica likes being fed this semi-documentary about her BOO.she would

look out for all these moods.

GIRL; you may sit and wait here..do you want coffee?there are some

magazines on my desk.would you like to see them?

Veronica: no thanks.i'm fine.i'll just sit here..

The cool air is a welcome relief from the heat outside.Patiently

waiting,she's looking forward to seeing him.After he left with his ex

this morning,she felt she needed him more.she wanted him all to

herself.what seems like an eternity finally ends with the open door and

his presence.his tie is loose and the cuffs of the shirt are undone.

Veronica: come here baby..are they working you too hard..well just relax

now,because i'm here..* *(kisses)

She straightens his tie and buttons the cuffs.they walk out holding

hands.The girls in the room are openjaw-shock*.Some of them had set

their eyes on him,after hearing of his breakup with Wendy.(in

Barbados,little England,news travel fast).Duawee and Wendy quit each

other on a Thursday.By the Friday afternoon the news was in his ear.

~~uh hear he brek up wid Wendy..dah mean he free now.. uh knew it din

gine last...he need uh woman like me....uh glad he lef she~



He laughed when he heard some of the vicious comments.no one was able to

get close to him,so they were very surprise when they saw him walk

out,holding hands.

Elevator down to lobby..heat in the face.water flow all over bodies.To

the restaurant and air again...ahhhh

((where's de mauby when yuh really need it)).

Brian and his always kissing girl are already there.They had ordered

glasses of water and were laughing.hands and kisses are everywhere.they

are making a spectacle of themselves.

Duawee thinks to himself~~~ wait! whats wrong with Brian. i've never

seen him act like this..boy this girl got Brian hooked.~~

Brian and Ingrid in unison: hey..Veronica..hey..Duawee...we hungry.

The waitress comes over,takes the orders and goes.she's busy.no time to

flirt with the men today.

Duawee: so what have you two been doing?

They both look at him and laugh.that smile on Brian's face is beginning

to let secrets out.the laughing confirms,something happened between

these two touchy-touchy love bandits.The food comes.the eating

begins.the mauby and frutee drinks ends the meal.Duawee will not be

able to stay long.he needs to get the numbers out of his head and be

able to sleep tonight.Veronica will stay with Brian and Ingrid,then

Duawee will meet them at the video shoot later. a quick kiss and her

man was gone.through the door..through the heat..to the cool air..to the

numbers and to the financial reports.He had taken care of the

reservation changes this morning.the clerk at the American Airlines desk

was most accomadating.the changes were made,the credit card $75.00

amount was downdated.she'll be travelling back on Sunday.Six more days

in paradise.



They look into a couple of shops.Veronica buys some picture postcards

and she's ready to leave.They walk along the pavement and the eyes

follow them.Brian is a king striding through his kingdom.he pretends he

doesn't see some of his friends.Two women walking with a king *HIM*

....To The VIDEO SHOOT WE GO>>>>>>>>>>>>

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The songs return again.a dj mix this time...falu falu faluma ..din

ding ding ding...faluma ding ding ding..it has the car rocking.Ingrid

makes this song her own.she dances and waves.kisses Brian.more

dancing.....hits her head on the roof of the car.

(she's getting on worse than Marlene--de music got she)

next tune..

lala lala lay lala lala..

when yuh hear dis calypso..

....;.;;;''.

Now the car is really rocking.Veronica thinks Brian gone mad.he's

holding his head out of the car and shouting the words::lala lala lay.

it's an infectious song and they are sick with the beat.

Cars are outside the house.the video shoot is being set up.

Ingrid fixes her hair,looks at Brian,who confirms she looks good.she

steps out of the car.some young men,sitting on a wall,catches her hips

and body movements.They cry out together.

==DARRRRRRN....LOOKA DE FOOD. SHE LOOK GUD BOY====.

Brian disembarks his chariot.he's feeling good.the spectators has seen

his queen and today he would tame any lion.

Veronica opens the back door and gets out.

One boy falls off the wall.the others are scrambling to stay afloat.

they are grabbing and shoving.two others fall.

Veronica has the body shape to make men gape..act ape.. and make them

fall over each other.((the girl's FIT.FIT.)).The crowd finds the whole

situation very amusing.The boys are falling,laughing and still LOOKING.

Up to the door and a security guard is there,checking names.They are

in.Ingrid hears a soca song and she begins her dance again.Brian looks

around the room,trying to match a face to his memory.

Patrick Bovre is sitting at a table giving out instructions.he's in

charge.Veronica walks over to the table.some of the people from the

party are listening,intently,to him.









THE DIRECTOR ...PATRICK BOVRE.







*^^PATRICK:here's how the scenes will be shot.i want a camera to come

from outside,up to the top window.there's rain and leaves falling.the

scene freezes,then goes dark.a small camera attach to the ceiling fan in

the bedroom picks up a light.the fan is moving very,very slow.*i want to

create the effect of someone falling deeper and deeper in love*.the

camera will skim around the room.the lights will be flashing.then when

it's deep enough in the room.i want it to pick up Tamara's face.

Tamara... a red light flashing will be your cue to open your eyes.The

main camera will then move in on your face.a tear falls from you unto

the pillow.the cameras pans off of your face.you have a blue silk sheet

covering all of you,up to your neck.you sing the first words of the song

and stop.everyone will be in place at the time.we need some people as

stand-ins.could someone take care of that for me. now Tamara when you

start singing again,remove the sheet.get out of bed and walk over to the

window. now this is where i want you to improvise..as you sing the song,

pick up on things you see in the room.hold onto a bed post.. go to the

window and rub your fingers against the glass,then hold your face closer

to the rainy window**this symbolizes the pain inside of you,falling

outside of you**(TEARS).. You work your magic... at the end of the

song..there'll be a knock on the door.your love has return to you.the

music stops right there.he walks in, kisses you.then i want you to look

into the camera with a teasing look.a look which says **thanks for the

visit but you have to leave now**. you hang a sign on the door and

close it.the sign reads::::NO VISTORS. the camera swings to the top

window again.the rain has stop.the sun is coming out.you close the

blinds... alright Tamara..don't worry,if you are uncomfortable with a

particular scene,please stop me.. ok everyone to your places.

Tamara is walking,nervously,to the bed.Natahlee comes over and gives her

a hug.Karen Clarke and Tanya Holdipp also gives her some

encouragement.they hug and wish her well.they are nervous too.

A lot of activity is going on by the bed. make up artists and light men

are running back and forth.she's ready.. she inhales and closes her

eyes.

PATRICK: OK everyone..silence...lights..cameras..action..((click

fingers) TAMARA...



SONG...

NO VISITORS.

written by DENNIS YOUNG -CC.1998



OH...HOOOO...OOOO

Silence is all i hear

even after i pray.

i i i pray.



3 o'oclock in the morning

i'm here awake,

lying to myself

wondering,pondering

will you be back this evening

this evening..

no ..no.. no.. you've gone so long..so long

but my heart keeps telling me.. you'll be home

soon..

be home soon..

baby.come,lift me from my days of gloom







chorus(Tamara removes the sheet,gets off the bed and walks over to

the window..raindrops)

i have NO VISITORS..

no brothers nor sisters

neither cat nor dog.

i'm feeling like

a fireplace without a log

without.. without a log.

'' without you here,

i need no-one else

in my life......

there are no visitors.

(repeat)





Friends keeps calling..telling me

they have seen you with another

she's much younger..

they question my state of mind

how can i ? can i

be such a fool..to give my life

to you... but they don't know

they never saw the

days,when i was sick...how you/

you would stay.with me...all day

all day,, then ...

in the morning you'd brush my teeth,

and rub my feet....

yes, there's love after all..



chorus(Tamara sits on the edge of the bed..her head is held

backwards..her eyes closed..)



i have no visitors

no brothers nor sisters...

----:::;-------











i remember the showers

together..

i would tremble when you...you

reach down and kiss my needs..

and at the edge of the bed

every sundaynight till monday,

love all the way..

they don't know..they never saw

how we'd kiss ...

oh wait..is that you at the door?

i've waited so long..almost breaking down

now my heart's pounding

rebounding for you.

come in..kiss me

miss me..miss you.

we'll catch up on whats been missing

let me give you..what i've been saving..



i need no visitors..

no friends nor lovers.

i've got my baby back,

the love ..yes we're gonna do that,

tonight ...tonight..

i need no VISITORS..

....

^(SUNG...TO FADE...).





Tamara looks into the camera,singing the last line of the chorus.She

closes the door.





Patrick: cut! cut! ...very good Tamara... thats exactly how we will

be filming those scenes.we will be doing the scenes about six

times,because we need to show you in different costumes,depicting the

changing moods within you...ok.. are you tired?

Tamara: no, i'm fine..can i have a glass of water...thank you..

Tamara smiles at her friends and goes back to re-do the song and scene.



After 6 retakes the recording was over ..the sound of handclaps

resounded around the room.everyone comes over and kisses Tamara..her day

went well. she is happy .











The Hoyos brothers are happy with the end product,they thank Patrick for

his ideas during rehearsals..soon Tamara's video will be seen alongside

Natahlee's and Tony Garzette's.





Patrick takes the mike and declares the stage open to anyone who wants

to sing a song,recite a poem..anyone who wants to show their talent.



A crowd had gathered outside.there were mostly guest from the party on

saturday night.a buzz of excitement flew around the building.everyone

wanted to be stars of the show.some had seen Tamara singing her song and

got excited about their chances on stage.







Patrick and Tony started reading from a list they had compiled on

Saturday.

Patrick: ok as i read your names i want you to go to the D J and let

him know what you'll be doing,then give the information to Tony.. just

take your time,no rushing please ..everyone will get their turn..



After 25 minutes,they are ready for the first performer.



An MC takes to the stage.he tells a few jokes and then looks at the

papers he holds in his hands. ~~WHO will be the first .emmmm

.emmmm...emm.a name caught his eyes..and he thought ~~~yes i'll begin

with this one..

MC: OK ladies and gentlemen..we are ready to start this show..the

first performer will be....



To be continue.

\\\ .....>>>>

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