Triptych
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Monday, December 22 (After Chapter 33 of Triptych)
[Phone Ringing]
CLARICE: Tony Ames' phone. Clarice Bortelli speaking.
aroslav: Clarice? How is Tony doing?
CLARICE: Who's calling, please.
aroslav: Sorry. It's aroslav.
CLARICE: Aroslav? Oh. Yes. You are on Tony's list.
aroslav: Is that good or bad?
CLARICE: Just means he said you might call.
aroslav: I'm just checking in. The past week has been pretty chaotic.
CLARICE: You're telling me.
aroslav: Why are you answering Tony's phone?
CLARICE: It's what agents do. Sometimes I wonder.
aroslav: Is he doing okay?
CLARICE: He and his crew have gone home for the holiday.
aroslav: Wendy?
CLARICE: She's with him.
aroslav: That's a relief. I worry about those kids.
CLARICE: Tell me. Can I get Tony a message for you?
aroslav: No. That's okay. Maybe if you have a few minutes we could chat, though. I'm trying to talk to all Tony's friends.
CLARICE: You're going to include me in that?
aroslav: Aren't you one of his friends?
CLARICE: Hmm. I hadn't thought of it that way, but since I haven't made much of any money off our relationship, I suppose I qualify as just a friend working her tail off to protect him and make him successful.
aroslav: What are friends for.
CLARICE: [laughs] Sure. What can I tell you?
aroslav: What's your real name?
CLARICE: Shit. Okay. Emily Dotson. Alias Clarice Bortelli, Bortelli Agency.
aroslav: That sounds like a story in itself. Why the alias?
CLARICE: Foolishness of youth. I started as an actors' agent when I was in my 20s. No one wanted to talk to Emily Dotson. I did some research and two of the top agents had Italian names, so I set up an alias. It worked. I started placing my clients pretty quickly.
aroslav: How did you get from actors' agent to artists' agent?
CLARICE: How does anything like this get started? It was mostly accidental. In fact, I'm not primarily known as an artists' agent. Mostly people think of my dancers.
aroslav: Dancers?
CLARICE: Ballet. Back in the late eighties there was a big influx of European and Russian dancers who wanted to dance in the U.S. You remember. The Berlin Wall came down. Gorbachev's détente gave way to Yeltsin's democracy. I was in the right place at the right time to land a Russian principal and a dozen dancers followed her. Suddenly I was negotiating contracts for ballet dancers all around the U.S. and in Europe. Everyone was desperate to have a Russian or French or Spanish dancer as a guest performer. It was a heady time. They'd come to me because of my Italian-sounding name.
aroslav: That's pretty wild. Do you still work with dancers?
CLARICE: Oh yes. But now my work is mostly once-a-year or even two years. Most of the dancers who wanted to stay in the United States have settled with companies like Northwest Ballet. I meet with them to negotiate their contracts or if there is a problem and the rest is pretty much worry-free. There aren't that many guest performers these days. A few, but not that many.
aroslav: Wait. I've heard you mention a dancer in Spain who is his agent's pet. Did you know them personally?
CLARICE: Not a very happy time. Brandon Michaels was one of my clients and I placed him with Corella Ballet, Castilla y Leon. They are in Barcelona now. He was young and impressionable, but a remarkable dancer. And a little weird. He met Dona Caliente after one of his performances and the next thing I knew I had a voided contract on my desk and Brandon was sleeping at the foot of Dona's bed. Not a happy time at all.
aroslav: So you expanded into art?
CLARICE: That was a bit of an accident, too. Who thought of artists as needing an agent? I was doing a lot of work in Europe at the time. That's where I first met Jack Wade and Lissa Grant. A friend in Paris pointed me toward an artist who wanted to arrange and exhibition in New York. I knew a few people on the art scene, so I agreed to make some contacts for him. He became very big after his first show. A very big flash in the pan.
aroslav: What happened?
CLARICE: The bastard quit painting. He had a good collection before he came to the U.S. and did a number of signed lithograph limited editions of his work. Money started rolling in and he bought a condo in the Virgin Islands and hasn't been heard from since. Stupid waste. He was very talented.
aroslav: It sounds like you've had a lot of clients who kind of started out strong and then faded.
CLARICE: Well, in one way, that's the nature of the business. I do have a few clients who have been with me for several years, but actors, dancers, artists, models and so on often wear out. Look at Lissa Grant. Jack represented her from the time she was twelve until she was nineteen. Then she was pregnant and out of the modeling scene. Done. We're constantly looking for new talent. It's what agents do.
aroslav: That brings me to a question I've been wondering about. You've been around a while, right?
CLARICE: Is that supposed to be a subtle way of asking how old I am? The answer is 'younger than you!'
aroslav: Yes, and I deserved that. Thank you. What I was actually wondering, though was how things have changed. You've been in this business since your mid-twenties. You've gone from actors to dancers to artists. I noticed on your site that you are representing a couple of authors as well. But now you don't seem to be traveling as much. You're in Seattle most of the time.
CLARICE: It's the advent of the computer age. Aside from the fact that I like most of the people I represent, I could do my job from anywhere in the world. I negotiate over the phone and by email. I receive a contract from a company, studio, or publisher, go over it to make sure my client is well-represented, and then send the client the contract with instructions to sign it. Occasionally, I have to make sure my client is fulfilling his side of the agreement or I have to hit up a slow-paying studio, but most of that is done over the Internet now, too.
aroslav: So, that brings me back to the beginning of this conversation. Why are you answering Tony's phone?
CLARICE: I don't usually have clients who become heroes overnight and are credited with saving a hundred people's lives. Well, ninety-seven, damn it! Most of my clients just dance or exhibit their art. Tony is a very special case. Since he hasn't actually had an exhibit yet, the publicity, no matter how positive, could be just as damaging as it is helpful. He and Kate are young and about to plunge into a world that is bigger than either of them has ever known. Once their first exhibition takes place, frankly it will be hard to keep them in school. The pressure to produce is going to be incredible. I'll need to arrange a showing at least every six months and to do that I'll need new artwork to show.
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WE LAY IN BED TOGETHER. It was still a little strange to think of making love to Kate in this bed without either Melody or Lissa there with us. But it was also okay. Lissa and Melody were making love to each other in Minneapolis right now and this was my special time with Kate. I wanted to make it as special as I could. We undressed each other, one piece of clothing at a time. I took off her top—she removed my polo shirt. I slid her cami up over her head and off—she unfastened my belt and...
“WE’RE GOING TO WHAT? SERIOUSLY?” We’d shocked Allison. For a minute I thought she was going to cry. One thing I’d discovered during National Singles last spring was that Allison is very sexual. Even when we were in enforced abstinence, she wasn’t above relieving herself. Neither was I, for that matter. We’d just told her that orgasms were forbidden as long as any one of us was still competing. “But my competition is a round robin. It won’t end till Sunday!” “Well, that’s good, Allie,” I...
ALLIE TOOK HER SECOND OPPONENT fifteen-five and fifteen-zero. The poor gal didn’t stand a chance. Not only was Allie winning, she was piling up a point spread that would be hard to beat, even if there was a tie. She stayed to watch Lissa and me struggle against our second round opponents from Wisconsin. We won by two points in straight games, but we were plenty worried. It felt like they were on the same wave-length that we were. What great energy. We showered and I fed Lissa a light lunch....
“THE SON OF A BITCH!” Melody spat. “He thought he could spare Mom and me seeing him while he was sick. He thought he’d crawl off and lick his wounds and try to heal himself. And if it didn’t work, he figured we’d be less hurt if he left us first because our grieving would be over and having him dead would be a relief. God damn it!” We’d managed to move from the huddle in front of the door and gradually get Melody to where she could talk over the past hour or so. Allie was in the bathroom...
ALLIE DIDN’T BOTHER TO SHOWER after her match, but went directly with us to the finals of the mixed doubles. We had to change venues because finals of the Open division and Pro division matches were all held in the big glass box in the center of the arena. Being the smallest of the Open and Pro brackets, ours was the first to play finals. Women’s Open Doubles and Pro Doubles would play their final round later in the afternoon. Tomorrow, most of the matches that anyone was interested in would...
DON’T ASK ME how we slept. I just know I woke up with my cock still wedged just inside Melody’s entrance and clamped tightly between her legs. I think I must have been hard all night. Melody shifted and I sank a little deeper. She moaned. I held my breath and started describing each of the two hundred plus pictures of water lilies by Monet in my head. “We could just...” she whispered as I pinched her nipple. “Wouldn’t be fair,” I answered. “But it’s all so perfect.” “Remind me to sleep...
AFTER SHE’D COLLECTED a quick kiss from Allison, Melody, and me, Lissa turned to the cameras and reporters to answer questions. I was surprised to find another pair of lips plastered against mine, briefly but intensely. They were quickly gone and Melody was tackled. Janet was about the same height as Melody and even though she was surprised, Melody responded to the kiss. Then Allison bent to receive her kiss. The interview continued next to us as we all three looked at Janet. “Um ... not...
“WE NEED A BIGGER BED!” I panted when we’d all recovered a bit. Allison and Lissa laughed. It had become my mantra. “What a great idea!” Melody said. She scrambled out of the bed and started tugging at the end table between the two beds. “Help me move this out of the way and we can push the two beds together.” I had to laugh. That was just what we’d done months ago when Melody moved into my dorm room after my roommate left; we’d shoved the two beds together and got a king size mattress pad....
Saturday, July 18 (After Chapter 21 of The Prodigal) Tony: Are you sure you want to do this? aroslav: Fair is fair, I suppose. Tony: You usually start out with the basics. Name, age, birthday? aroslav: My name is aroslav, all lower case. I'm also known as Devon Layne. I celebrate my birthday on August 2 and I'm two years old. Tony: You have no idea how weird that sounds. So let's start with the name. What ethnic background is "aroslav?" aroslav: Guinea pig. A number of years ago I...
Justin, a JC classmate, managed to date me on 31st December. Just like for every date, I make sure I dress ready for whatever post-activity action. I wore a baby blue strapless corset top with a dark blue chiffon skirt (more like chiffon skirting because of its length), and you'd have expected, blue 3-inch heels.Justin drove and came to pick me up at 5pm. We drove around town, went for dinner at a nice cozy restaurant, and then decided to shop around the place. Just like always, I'm usually the...
We both stood there mute for a few seconds, stunned, as it sank in that Vlad had just offered to pay us ten thousand dollars to make a movie. "Each?" Addison squeaked. "No, no," he said, waving his hands around. "Five thousand each." He smiled his famous smile. "But we can do many movies. If you become popular, maybe the price will go up." I noticed that his accent had gotten better, and realized, suddenly, that it had always gotten better when he was talking business and worse...