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.“Eighty years later I sit here and tell you no lie,” says Maybelle, “it is still to this day the best moment of my life.If I could relive it for just fifteen minutes, I’d die happy.”The aircraft hangar remains silent.“Guess we better get studying for our exams,” Mylo says.“Why?” McKenzie says.“Listen to her,” Mylo says.“Our shares in Fantasy Fifteen just bombed.We’re broke again.Even Damien knows it.Look.”Damien stands.The spotlight splits into twin lights and tracks Damien.He lowers his head.Shakes his head slowly.Then looks up and he’s smiling.“Then Maybelle you shall, for fifteen minutes relive the greatest moment of your life.”A drum rolls across a sound system.A tech team brings out a bank of computers.Damien’s hand waves at the air and a 3D holograph of a sports star appears to float above the audience.The sports star morphs into another and another, each more famous than the last.Damien waves his hand as if flicking through pages of a book.“Who was your favorite racer, Maybelle?”Maybelle shrugs, “Oh you know, the younger the better,” she says.The audience laughs.Damien holds up his hand as if stopping traffic.The audience falls silent and the scrolling 3D holographs freeze on a three times motor cycle champion floating above their heads.“How about this guy?”“Oh yes,” Maybelle says enthusiastically.Again the audience laughs.The tech team seems busy at their computers.A pretty girl in a Fantasy Fifteen tee walks up to Damien with a velvet cushion and a blue glowing pill with a glass of water.“I think, Maybelle, we can do better than a Gran-Turismo Lusso,” Damien says as two more Fantasy fifteen girls wheel out a modern super bike.“So how about a GSX-1300R-K9?”The crowd gasps.“It will kill her,” Mylo says.“Damien really is a sadistic nut job.”“So what do you say, Maybelle?” Damien says as the spotlight narrows on her face.Her eyes widen.She takes the pill from the pillow and stares up at it as if she’s touching a gift from God.“Might need some help depositing this horse pill,” she says.The audience laughs nervously.“You swallow it, Maybelle,” Damien says.More nervous laughter.She throws it to the back of her throat, and swallows.“Let me at it.”Some of the crowd whoops and claps.Others shake their heads disapprovingly.Two stagehands in Fantasy Fifteen tees carry Maybelle over to the super bike and lower her onto the saddle.They begin taking her through the handling.Her crooked, gnarled hands shake as she caresses the sleek white body work and handle bars of the bike.Slowly she seems unfurl from years of slow decay and crippling arthritis and straightens up.She rolls her neck and relaxes into riding posture.Her fingers stretch out and she cracks her knuckles with it seems to McKenzie an almost evil satisfaction.“I was riding these things when you were a twinkle in your daddy’s eye, sonny,” she says and kicks away the tech crew.She selects a gear and throws back the throttle.The bike roars to life.The crowd gasps.Maybelle looks up and smiles at Damien.As if, she’s sharing a secret with the devil.As if, he’s given her a new life.A new reason to live.She releases the brakes and roars out across the stage straight at McKenzie.He jumps out the way.Maybelle brakes and skids.Whipping the rear wheel around to a sliding stop.“Nearly cashed in your chips for you, sonny,” she says and revs the engine.Flicking on the headlights.“You folks better run along now,” she shouts.“Got me some party time to be catching upon.”She lets out the throttle and the bike rears up in a wheelie as she points it at the audience.“What the hell is in that pill?” Mylo says.“She’s gone nuts.”The bike races to the edge of the stage as the spotlight tracks her.The wheels lift off the edge and bike and rider fly through the air.Maybelle lands the bike on the rear wheel and tilts her weight expertly forwards to bring the front wheel safely onto the concrete floor.Audience members in her flight path run and scream [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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