After the electrifying performance of the guest band, Bento, the enthusiastic event organizer, approached his friend Jemmy with an irresistible proposition.
Bento: Come on, man, you have to grace the stage with your incredible talent. It will be absolutely amazing!
Jemmy: I’m not sure, dude. I’ve never been comfortable performing in front of an audience.
Beni: This is your moment to shine, Jemmy. Don’t let it slip away. Let’s fill the break time with your mesmerizing voice.
Jemmy: Alright, fine. But remember, I warned you.
Reluctantly, Jemmy ascended the stage, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He adjusted the microphone, mirroring the confident stance of a seasoned performer. Backstage, Bento whispered to himself, “The microphone has been flawless so far. Why is Jemmy suddenly aspiring to become a professional singer?”
With a sudden strum of his guitar, Jemmy declared, “The guitar is already perfectly tuned,” capturing the undivided attention of the audience. He began playing the opening chords of Hozier’s soulful ballad, “Take Me to Church.” The crowd was taken aback by the unexpected choice and Jemmy’s unique interpretation. Some swayed their hands in rhythm, while others were captivated by Jemmy’s spellbinding performance. Amidst the sea of faces, Jemmy’s eyes locked with a mysterious woman, sparking an instant connection. They exchanged prolonged glances, occasionally breaking away, unable to resist the intensity.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let’s continue with our second song. And if my voice or song choice doesn’t resonate with you, don’t blame me. Blame the organizers who insisted on giving this ‘extraordinary being’ a chance on stage,” Jemmy playfully remarked. Curiosity ignited among some audience members as they searched for the organizers mentioned by Jemmy, who seemed open to showcasing this exceptional talent. Meanwhile, Beni, seated in a corner of the stage, felt a tinge of unease as he noticed several bewildered expressions directed his way.
Before commencing the next song, Jemmy decided to further engage the audience by providing some background information. “This song was written by the legendary Paul McCartney. It is believed to have been dedicated to Julian, John Lennon’s son, as a means to alleviate the pain caused by his parents’ divorce. Interestingly, the original title of the song was ‘Hey Jules,’ not ‘Hey Jude,'” Jemmy revealed, offering a glimpse into the rich history behind the melody.
As the song reached its midway point, Jemmy was startled by the unexpected appearance of the mysterious woman with whom he had exchanged glances earlier. With unwavering confidence, she approached Jemmy and graciously offered to join him in a duet. Jemmy felt a mix of excitement and awkwardness at this impromptu collaboration, realizing the woman’s fondness for the British band’s music. In a slightly uncomfortable moment, they began singing together, their voices blending harmoniously. The audience, some of whom were already under the influence of the organizers’ refreshing beverages and a delightful mix of Jack Daniels, found themselves thoroughly enchanted by the unexpected duo, embracing Jemmy’s performance with newfound appreciation.
As the event neared its conclusion and Jemmy and the woman prepared to step down from the stage, Jemmy seized the moment. He took hold of the woman’s hand, his voice filled with an earnest plea.
“Don’t leave just yet,” Jemmy implored, the microphone still firmly in his grip. He tested it with a familiar “Test, test, one, two, three,” prompting a sudden silence that enveloped the atmosphere. The accompanying band members, once brimming with enthusiasm on stage, froze in their tracks, as if struck by a masterful martial artist.
The night grew colder, and the air carried a subtle hint of romance, reminiscent of a gentle caress from the silk robe of the Angel of Love. The audience, now eagerly anticipating the next turn of events, watched in suspense. Jemmy locked eyes with the woman, his gaze filled with a mix of hope and longing.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Jemmy inquired, his voice trembling as the chill in the air intensified. He held the microphone a little too close to the woman’s face, his nervousness apparent.
“Well, actually, hmm, I do have a boyfriend, but…” the woman struggled to catch her breath, her words trailing off. Jemmy anxiously scanned the audience, searching for any signs of her partner.
“No, he’s not here,” the woman confirmed, a glimmer of certainty in her eyes. Jemmy gently clasped her soft hand, his voice regaining composure.
“Would you be my girlfriend for tonight?” Jemmy’s voice trembled, blending with the sudden silence around them.
The woman appeared to contemplate for a moment, a beautiful smile gracing her face. “We do have chemistry, I can sense it. And I believe you can too,” Jemmy asserted, his voice gaining strength.
“Alright, why not?” the woman replied confidently, her smile reflecting the significance of the moment. Without hesitation, Jemmy embraced her, and their lips met in a warm and passionate kiss. The audience erupted in applause and joyful cheers, their hearts lifted by the enchanting connection between Jemmy and the woman. Once again, the atmosphere transformed into one of celebration, romance, and a lingering sense of warmth.
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MAY IRWIN AND JOHN C. RICE, STARS OF THE SHORT FILM, “MAY IRWIN KISS,” BY THOMAS EDISON’S STUDIO
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