The Melodic Sound of F@@king ThyselfA Story by J.benjamin RoseJohn Denton used to say Eddie Roy Elbert's voice"sounded like gold" that his vocal chords were "warm platinum threads" that he sounded like a, "really well informed Bing Crosby." John Denton was employed by WTQR (channel 3) as the sole producer for their nightly news broadcast. Because Eddie and John had worked together twenty five years John was destroyed by Eddie's on air heart attack and subsequent death. On Christmas eve 1993 only three people occupied the WTQR studio located on the corner of Edgemont Ave. and Tunnel Rd. John Denton had decided everyone should go home to spend the holiday with their families so he, Eddie Roy Elbert and Sherman Lopez were broadcasting the last ten minutes of the show on their own. Eddie had just finished giving the children of seventy counties a Santawatch update when he felt pain shooting down his left arm. He turned a pale yellow and slid, almost gracefully, from his corinthian leather aluminum reinforced chair to the tan carpeted floor. John froze where he stood and, after thirty five long seconds, Sherman switched off his camera and ran to perform CPR on Eddie's rotund and very still body. The three were alone only a moment before two men from the WTVD news team arrived, camera epuipment and a small asian woman applying lip gloss in tow. John was horrified. Not only was he forced to watch the death of his friend, he knew the story would be picked up nationally and not by his parent station. Soon, millions of people would be watching Lillian Lu, not Anne Anderson give play-by-play commentary as Sherman lamely attempted to find Eddie's pulse. It would be WTVD's recent Korean addition occasionally poking Eddie's lifeless body with her microphone and not the veteran WASP of questionable sexuality. John Denton felt as pathetic as Sherman Lopez's ability to perform CPR. Years later, he would confide in his occupational therapist he could see his career floating away with the soul of Eddie Roy Elbert, who nibbled on a piece of cheese as he disappeared into the ceiling panels.
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2 Reviews Added on June 3, 2008 AuthorJ.benjamin RoseChapel Hill, NCAboutBorn In Alabama, I have traveled through fourteen countries, been shot, had bombs explode around me, been divorced, have a son by a wonderful person (and excellent writer) and had hundreds of jobs.. more..Writing
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