By     P.J. Chuz 

[這是我的首篇微型電影小說 [ 勁曲豪情 ] 的英語版]

"...Battlefield smeared crimson by blood
Bouquet of roses under the sun withered
A supply of guns and cannons
Is no match for my red roses
Take your armament away, take them away
Give my bouquet back, give me back my bouquet
My bouquet of red roses of love!"

As soon as Sasha finished her singing, the audience went wild, bursting into applause and cheers of total support and devotion.  Several red roses were thrown on to the stage.  She picked one up, brought it to her heart, then led the entire band bow to the audience.  Waving their arms enthusiastically, all of them walked backstage.

The next group turned out to be heavy metal with deafening pounding on everyone’s eardrums.  But Alex noticed only the punks among the audience were beaten and shaken by them.  Everyone else was still immersed in Sasha’s rhythmic sensation.

Alex knew very well, it was Sasha’s performance that brought out all the poetic power in the song "My Red Roses of Love."

Sasha possesses all the elements of a great singer.  As a composer, her songs are very moving with beautiful melodies.  Her voice is a mysterious combination of sweetness and vitality.  At each performance, she leads the audience reaching the highest crescendo.

One thing Alex still could not figure out is how her elegant, graceful long fingers, can pick and play those guitar stings like no others can.

Even more important, her articulation, her execution of the lyrics, imprints each and every word of meaning into the listener’s mind.

"My Red Roses of Love," yes, he wrote the lyrics, but it was Sasha who conveyed the frustration and anger when so many peaceful and freewill voices were suppressed by the superpowers that caused the global conflict.

About a year ago, the base guitar of the band, Alan, introduced Alex to Sasha and she began to compose music to his lyrics.  From the first sight, Alex was drawn naturally to Sasha’s bold and courageous character.  He was in love with her right there.  But would she love a nerd like him, pale, awkward, with a pair of thick glasses?  Would a fearless heroine love a nerd?  He never had the courage to express his love to her.

Alex couldn’t stand the deafening heavy metal any more, he walked toward the backstage, looking for Alan and band members.

Juan, the band manager brought Sasha to a corner seat.  This night club had frequently hosted this kind of intimate concerts.  They invited various new bands as well as talent scouts and label owners.   These concerts served not only as a competitive showcase for new bands, but also a bridge for them to reach to the other end of the rainbow.

At this corner seat, sat exactly 2 persons - one of each kind.  Carrington was the number one talent scout for three years now.  Walfert was the owner of the Siren Label.

"I bring you...Sasha!"  Juan exclaimed.

The disco strobe light reflected the golden sequences on her strap blouse, casting colourful polka dots on both men’s face.  Carrington stood up and held her hand full-heartedly.  Walfert did not raise himself, but as Sasha sat down, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.

Walfert, a chubby man with beady eyes, his beady eyes glued to Sasha’s bosom.  Early in her career, Sasha prepared herself of handling this kind of situation and this type of man.  As herself was bold and open to many things, this Walfert proved to be the slimmest!

Sasha smelled alcohol as he whispered in her ears: "I am hopelessly in love with you... let my cheek rest upon your bosom... let me sniff your cleavage..."  He lowered his nose and it almost hit the target.

Sasha laughed: "Mr. Walfert! I hardly know you!"  She grabbed his hair by the forehead and pushed him straight.

"Mr. Walfert..."

"Call me Harry..."

"You had too much!"

Alex sat with Alan and watched the fat man get intimate with Sasha.  He picked up the glass in front of him and downed the whole liquid at once, and coughed immediately.  Alan touched his forehead against Alex’s and said: "...not to worry, Sasha knows how to protect herself."

"I beg of you, don’t be so hard on me..., I can give you anything... you want Ice Crystals?...I have...I have all...anything...!"

Sasha sternly said: "I don’t do drugs!"

There were countless devotees who had succumbed to her charm and spell, be they sober, drunk, sophisticated, unsophisticated, young, or old; countless devotees, but only one came to Sasha’s mind at this moment.  Interestingly enough, this particular one devotee seemed never be able to overcome his own timid and express his passion to her.  No matter whether talking to her face to face or staring at her from afar, Alex always first fidgeted his glasses and then lost in words, stunned by his own love for her.

"Stay with me...live with me...I can make you bigger than Madonna...!"

Sasha did not pay attention to him, instead, she turned her head to see where Alan and the band were sitting...

"Let’s live together...you with me...you don’t have boyfriend...right?...Do you?"

Sasha spotted Alex’s gaze immediately, she rolled her arm signaling him to come over.

Alex rose, fidgeted his glasses, timidly stood there.  Alan pushed him forward from behind.  As he walked to her side, Sasha jumped up and surrendered herself to his astonishment, "Harry, let me introduce my boyfriend, Alex!"  Then with both hands holding his face, she kissed him.

[勁曲豪情]