While preparing to hit the stage, Sunny gazed at the poster hanging on the wall, above her dressing table.
“‘Fosse Theater presents the last ‘Cabaret’ performance before its temporary closure. Starring Sunny Makkena as Sally Bowles’,” she read and a sad smile appeared on her lips. “The last show at the ‘Fosse Theater’. Starting tomorrow, the theater will close its doors. Man, I will miss this so much… The songs, the dancing numbers, every performance, every single person who made this dream of mine possible.”
Even if the miracle lasted only a couple of weeks, Sunny enjoyed every moment of it. She loved so much acting alongside Alec Mendes, her best friend since she started working here. Alec was playing the role of the ‘Emcee’, the German host of the ‘Kit Kat Klub’, where the ‘Cabaret’ show was taking place.
“What the hell am I going to do now? This monthly paycheck was my salvation… Maybe I should reconsider working as a waitress again…” Sunny said and sighed. “I need the money like… right now. I have to pay my part of this month’s rent. And I need to pay my mother’s debt.”
‘You are my daughter. You must take care of my every need, it's your duty.’
‘I’ve always provided for you. Now it’s your turn to help me.’
Her mother’s words… Sunny heard them over and over again, like an awful mantra. Every single letter was branded on her brain since she was fourteen.
Sunny shook her head and took a sit in front of the mirror, trying to apply perfectly her red lipstick. Out of the blue, the door opened and a man wearing a pair of black leather shorts kept up by suspenders, a white collar, a black tie, and painted spit black curls entered the room without being invited.
“Hello, ‘mein Schatz’ (German for ‘my darling’)!” he exclaimed with a fake German accent, just to stay in his part. “Are you ready for our last show? Do you feel good about it?”
She smiled shyly and looked at Alec’s reflection in the mirror.
“After last night’s fiasco, I feel like I’m about to throw up,” she replied sweetly. “Otherwise, I’m doing just fine.”
“There were just a few tiny mistakes, Sunny. After all, up until two weeks ago, you were just the understudy,” Alec replied. “When Michelle, our obnoxious star, left the show in such deep shit, you jumped in and you did a pretty good job. The audience loved your every appearance.”
“If you say so…”
“I’m not the only one saying it, ‘mein Schatz’. The critics pointed that out too…”
Sunny took a deep breath, trying to calm down the butterflies in her stomach.
“I love you, Alec. You are the best friend a girl can ever ask for, but you are such a terrible liar… After my first performance, every critic in town hated my gut. And they hated it every single time I performed. In every article I was compared to Michelle Stone, ‘the real star of the “Fosse Theater”, the perfect Sally Bowles’. This is why I stopped reading the newspapers, even though you kept leaving them here, in my dressing room.”
“I kept doing that because I wanted you to read them. To understand how good you are and how fortunate we are to have you here,” Alec countered gently, smiling at her with all his heart. “Sweetie, Greg Meisner said some pretty nice things about you. And he is a savage critic…”
Alec went near her dressing table and searched under a stack of old newspapers and magazines.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m looking for a newspaper from two weeks ago. It must be somewhere around here. I know you don’t read critics’ columns, so I will read one for you. It’s an article published by Meisner a couple of days right after your first official show…”
“Please, Alex, just let it go. We’ve got no time for this nonsense. You must be on stage in about ten minutes and I need to finish preparing for my first number…”
“It will take us just a few seconds… But where the hell is that damn newspaper?”
“Come on, Alec, you know how much I hate critics! I don’t like reading their articles. Especially now. It will mess me up and I won’t be able to perform tonight.”
“Shh!” he shushed her quickly. “Ah, yes, there it is… Listen here…”
After coming near her, Alec started flipping through the pages of the newspaper. When he finally found the article, Alec cleared his throat and in an extremely dramatic voice, started reading.
“Blah, blah, blah… ‘The Emcee is a classic performance, and after all this time, Alec Mendes still inhabits the role completely. He is SUPERB!’”
“And Meisner is right… You are so good in this role. You are superb indeed!” Sunny emphasized the word.
“Thank you, ‘Schatz’. You are too kind. Still, this is the part I was interested in reading. ‘All eyes are on the latest cast member, however. I’m talking about the understudy Sunny Makkena, who makes her Broadway debut playing the role of Sally Bowles, replacing Michelle Stone.’”
The best-known theater critics in the whole of New York knew who she was… Sunny almost choked. She opened her mouth to beg Alec to stop reading, but her friend just went on.
“‘In spite of some pretty visible errors caused, perhaps, by her inexperience on stage, by her young age, the interpretation given by Miss Makkena compared to the one given for the last year, by Miss Stone, is more fragile and maybe too hesitant. Yet, it’s easy to imagine her as a good girl gone bad, living the most sinful life in the Berlin of the 30s. With flaming red hair that could be seen from row Z, Sunny Makkena is both wonderfully glamorous and extremely sleazy.’”
“He said ‘pretty visible errors’… He called my interpretation ‘Fragile and maybe too hesitant’. See? The most ferocious critic in New York did not like it…” she said almost in a whispery tone.
“Meisner also said you were both ‘wonderfully glamorous and extremely sleazy’… So, he did like it!” Alec exclaimed in a mischievous tone.
A stage assistant knocked on the door, letting them know the show was about to start in five minutes. Sunny rose from her chair and gazed at Alec in disbelief.
“This is just the beginning, sweet girl!” Alec said and opened his arms to give her a hug.
She accepted his embrace, trying not to cry.
“All those months you kept preparing this role, all those tears of frustration, your endless patience, brought you here, at this point. You are a little understudy no more, Sunshine Sky Makkena! You are now Sunny Makkena, a star in the making. And this is only the beginning, I promise you.”
“You’re sweet, but I’m no rising star, Alec… And after tonight, I’ll stop being an understudy also. Let’s face it! I will never be like Michelle. Still, no matter what, I will go out there, on the stage, offer the audience the best Sally Bowles I can possibly offer, and enjoy it while it lasts. After the last song, I will collect all my coins until the last dime, ‘Mein Lieber Herr’ (German for ‘Dear Sir’), go home, take a shower and go to bed,” she replied in a singing voice.
“And tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow? We’ll see…”
Sunny knew she had to keep her feet on the ground. Dreaming was beautiful, and making plans for the future was exciting, but not for someone like her. What she needed the most right now was the money. Her mother’s safety depended on her every paycheck.
“Come on, sweetie, stop being so pessimistic. Maybe this time, you’ll be lucky… Maybe tonight you’ll meet a gorgeous billionaire who will fall madly in love with you, ask you to marry him, and save all your problems.”
Alec opened the dressing room’s door and Sunny exited the room.
“‘Everybody loves a winner/ So nobody loved me’”, she sang a couple of verses from ‘Maybe This Time’, one of the show’s musical numbers. “Come on, Mr. Emcee… Let’s show them what we’re made of.”
And they joined the rest of the actors, all ready for the last show of that season. The curtain went up and Sunny saw Alec completely transformed, singing ‘Willkommen! And Bienvenue! Welcome!’
In the darkness of his sleek dark blue limo, Magnus knew every single shade of the deep chestnut brown whisky in his crystal glass. He sipped it, holding his cell to his ear with his free hand, and let the scotch glide down his throat. The complex, sweet taste of the half-million dollars ‘Macallan Adami 1926’ was the only thing settling his nerves. After several days like today, Magnus needed more than just one glass.“No, Tane. I’m not worried about this part,” Magnus said to Tanner Waylon, his soon-to-be business partner. “That’s not my problem.”“‘Then tell me, ‘Magno’, what is the problem? What is bothering you so much? Dude, calm down. You don’t have to be so worried all the time.’” Magnus frowned as he sipped. He hated being called ‘Magno’. People used to call him that since he was a little boy. It sounded like the name of a superhero he was not but most of all, it was just annoying. His best friend Tanner was the only one who still had the courage to call him
“Mr. Karlsen, we’re already at the ‘Fosse Theater’,” Yanis said after the partition lowered again.“Great… That’s fucking great,” Magnus mumbled absently as he straightened his jacket and tie while Yanis walked around to let him out. “Thank you so much, Yanis. You may leave for the duration of the play if you wish, or you can stay and suffer alongside me. I have an extra ticket and the places are great.” Magnus pulled it from his pocket and waved it in front of Yanis. His driver, an older man with gray hair, chuckled.“Thank you so much, sir, you are most kind, but I was never a theater fan. I always preferred going to see a good movie. My wife is more open to the idea. But don’t worry, I will be here when the play is over, Mr. Karlsen. You won’t have to stay a second more.” Magnus sighed and tucked the ticket away.“You are a good man, Yanis. Thank you again,” he replied and walked with the rest of the forming crowd up the stone steps outside the old theater and t
Sunny Makkena… The amazing, sleazy Sally Bowles all dressed up in silky panties was gone. The redhead standing on the stage, in front of him, was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.“What can I do for you?” She was even more breathtaking wearing those ‘civilian’ clothes than she was in her stage outfit.“Do you speak English? Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, Mister…?”“Karlsen. My name is Magnus Karlsen,” he said and held out his hand to her. “And I understand English perfectly well, amongst other ten foreign languages.” Sunny eyed him curiously but sat down on the edge of the stage so her legs dangled off and took his hand. He was almost taller than her like that, and he realized how short she must be.“Oh, wonderful. Such a precocious young man. I bet your parents are extremely proud of you. Well, I am Sunny Makkena and I’m here because Quincy Lloyd said you wanted to talk to me. So, what is this all about?”
Frowning as she stared at the business card in her hand, Sunny almost wandered backstage to gather the rest of her things and head home with Alec, not only her co-star, and best friend but also her roommate.“Mein Schatz,” Alec said, while digging deep in his big bag, “I cannot find the detangle brush I gave you yesterday. Where exactly did you put it? I don’t want to leave it here…” Since Sunny wasn’t replying, Alec turned towards her.“Miss Makkena, are you still on Earth with us?” She nodded slightly, without looking at him.“Good. So, what’s with the face, sweetie?” he asked, sitting at his dressing table as she passed by. “Is it your mother again? Does she need more money?”“No… I didn’t call her…” Sunny replied slowly.“Then what’s with the long face?” he insisted.“Well… I just had the weirdest conversation,” she muttered. “And I’m not sure what to think of it. It’s like in that song… ‘Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it’.”
She shifted so she sat with her feet curled up under herself. Alec made everything sound so simple. ‘Take the money and run with it.’ ‘Get out of the city and find a life somewhere else.’ ‘Forget about your mother’s problems and live your life.’ But real life wasn’t that easy, and this wasn’t a play. This was her life, and somewhere along the way, Sunny had forgotten her part in it. At first, she was somebody’s child only. That life hadn’t been great but it has been okay for just a few years. And now… Well, she wasn’t only a daughter anymore. Sunny was now playing the role of a mother, a protector, a guard, and a living money box. Her mother needed all that, and more. So much more.“I know I’m being harsh, Schatz, but I’m doing this because I love you and I want only what’s best for you. Listen, you need to remember that you have your life to live. This endless sacrifice isn’t helping you and, definitely isn’t help
“There are some things you don’t need to know about me, Sunny… Just like I don’t need to know everything about your life. You are a stranger to me and this is not a real relationship. We are talking about two nights only… Nothing more. After that, we’ll never see each other again. So, as you can see, there is no need to tell you my life story. Even if you are going to be my fiancée in front of all the people I know.” Sunny cracked her knuckles nervously and cursed her stupidity for pushing. She needed the money, and that was the end of it. Two nights, then both on their way.“You are right, Magnus. You are perfectly right. It’s not my business. I apologize. I promise I won’t bring it up again unless you want it to.”“Thank you so much, Sunny. Apologies accepted. Now, as I’ve mentioned, I need you to look absolutely impeccable. So, go out there and buy every single thing you might need. Create outfits for every single occasion. Like I’ve said, all your expenses will be covere
Sunny nodded at his necklace.“Well, there’s Odin, your second name, and then there’s that silver Norse coin that you keep touching every single time you’re extremely nervous, agitated, irritated, or lost somehow.”“I am not touching my coin all that often,” Magnus countered. “Yes, you do, Magnus. And then there is the way you look,” Sunny insisted. “Hmm… And how do I look?”“Like a freaking Viking… Tall, blond, blue eyes… You are gorgeous… So… if it quacks like a duck…” she said, half laughing. Man, she was so observant. Magnus tucked the coin beneath his shirt, wondering what else she might have picked up on so easily.“Tall and blond… I get that from my father’s side,” he told her. “His great grandfather came to America from Norway… All the Karlsen men were as tall as I am, my father included.”“All built like Norse gods, I bet. So muscular…” she added slowly, and Magnus smirked when her cheeks flushed.“Yeah… But none of them had such a fiery woman as a fianc