The stage was set alive with a rich production. The seats were brimming in a posh, preview capacity. Leela Mistry could not have asked for a better beginning for her auditorium after the renovation. Her family owned the ever so renowned 'Mistry Assembly' and her brother, Noel was playing the lead. Secretly, she had thanked Ismail Khurshid for having selected Noel for the role. He doesn't know the bloody B of business. The sky was clear, like Bandra skies are, interspersed by rare, coffee coloured clouds. It was August. One of the monsoon days that called off the rain.
Noel was nervous all his life. He was born into a legacy of starry business acumen, and genes that professed art. His dust coloured hair and bark coloured eyes put him at a distance with others while at college in Bombay Scottish. The otherwise shy Noel, was a natural performer once the curtains were pulled apart. Most of his memorable moments have been those resounding with applauds. He was nervous. Leela was a go-getter. She scared him. And Mumtaz was not going to be present for tonight. Oh, Mumtaz. They scared him.
The lights went out, and the maroon of the pulled curtains marooned Noel on the center stage. This is it. This one's for you Leela. My best. The following nineteen minutes were enough to finish Noel's career. The preview seats were still full after the intermission out of courtesy and curiosity of how worse he could get. Grab me by my throat, you critics! I am yours.
The headlines splashed with the failure of the debut theater actor -- "Business and art do not meet!", "Space cannot buy one stardom!", "An ASS-embly", "Sister, Share your Stock". Noel had a deep sleep and the breakfast platter seemed complete with that last headline. Mumtaz had been right. Life was the greatest stage show. Belgium for honeymoon and then back to business.
Noel was nervous all his life. He was born into a legacy of starry business acumen, and genes that professed art. His dust coloured hair and bark coloured eyes put him at a distance with others while at college in Bombay Scottish. The otherwise shy Noel, was a natural performer once the curtains were pulled apart. Most of his memorable moments have been those resounding with applauds. He was nervous. Leela was a go-getter. She scared him. And Mumtaz was not going to be present for tonight. Oh, Mumtaz. They scared him.
The lights went out, and the maroon of the pulled curtains marooned Noel on the center stage. This is it. This one's for you Leela. My best. The following nineteen minutes were enough to finish Noel's career. The preview seats were still full after the intermission out of courtesy and curiosity of how worse he could get. Grab me by my throat, you critics! I am yours.
The headlines splashed with the failure of the debut theater actor -- "Business and art do not meet!", "Space cannot buy one stardom!", "An ASS-embly", "Sister, Share your Stock". Noel had a deep sleep and the breakfast platter seemed complete with that last headline. Mumtaz had been right. Life was the greatest stage show. Belgium for honeymoon and then back to business.
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