Tim on
Broadway: Season One
The
Complete First Season
Books 1-5
Rick
Bettencourt
Genres: New adult, gay fiction, LGBT,
humor, paranormal,
show business,
personal growth,
M/M Romance
Publisher: Bettencourt Concepts
and Beaten Track Publishing
ISBN: 978 1 909192 86 7
ASIN: B00M4N1L9K
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 75,000
Synopsis
Carolyn Sohier, the Greta Garbo of divas,
is giving a once in a lifetime concert that Tim can’t afford to attend. Tim—an
overweight, twenty-something virgin—regrets lending the hunky bag boy at the
grocery store money that could have bought him a ticket. Tim needs to call in
his debts, but money isn’t the only thing holding him back.
The first time Tim met Javier, he was
blown away by the attention. He didn't often—actually ever—get a guy, let alone
a hot one, pay attention to him. The problem, Javier is straight; yet he gives
Tim mixed messages. Tim can’t get Javier off his mind, unless he is pursuing
his love for theater—or talking with his best friend, Julia, about the
“unattainable” crushes they share on some of the guys back home.
With the Carolyn Sohier concert fasting
approaching, Tim struggles to get tickets. If he hadn't lent Javier the money
to, well, have his way with him in the beer cooler at the store they worked at
together, maybe Tim wouldn't have lost his job, and would be able to see
Carolyn perform. But Tim’s learned his lesson from all this…or so he thinks.
The entire first episode (over 70 pages) is
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Excerpt:
Chapter 1: America’s Got Divas
I put down my doughnut,
picked up my iced coffee and took a sip. The extra-extra cream and extra-extra
sugar gave me a nice little rush. It wasn’t quite as good as Starbucks’ but
being unemployed I had to make the best of my homebrewed pot.
I had my cell phone
cradled in the crook of my shoulder, talking to my best friend Julia. “With my
Kindle,” I said, “I can read them without people staring at me on the subway.”
“I still can’t believe
you like girly romance books,” Julia said. I could hear her slurping her own
coffee, probably an iced Double Mocha Grande, being that she was at our old
Starbucks in Salem. “You’re the only guy I know who has every Chippendale
Publishing book ever released.”
I didn’t really but I
didn’t want to quibble over details. “Oh my God,” I said, as a bit of powdered
sugar sprayed from my mouth and landed on the blanket I had covered over me. I
was getting ready to watch TV. “I almost forgot to tell you.”
She slurped some more of
her coffee. “What?”
“Guess who’s doing a
comeback concert?” I brushed the sugar dust off the blanket.
“Who, Cher?”
“No,” I said, raising my
voice.
“I don’t know. You got
me,” she said, and from her muffled speech, I could tell she was eating,
probably a slice of carrot cake or a blueberry scone. I know what Julia likes.
When she eats desserts, she usually goes for something that has a vegetable in
it or some antioxidant fruit, because, of course, they’re healthier than my
powdered doughnuts.
I pulled the blanket
closer to me. “Carolyn Sohier,” I said. “She’s finally coming out of seclusion
and doing a concert.”
“Carolyn, who?” I heard
the clinking of the fork against the plate. Carrot cake, I bet.
“Carolyn Sohier― you
know, the singer who was in Witches of Salem, that movie we saw the night I
slipped on the ice in Danvers? And she was also on Broadway in―”
“Oh, her. That movie was
terrible.” I could practically hear her nose wrinkle in disgust. Julia was
brutally honest.Well, I liked it,” I said. “She’s an amazing singer.”
“She didn’t even sing in
that movie,” she said, with her voice trailing off at the end.
“Well, it wasn’t a
musical. But she did sing the theme song. Remember, we saw her on last year’s
America’s Got Divas. She was the guest judge.”
“I suppose you’ll want
me to go with you,” she said.
I clicked the remote
control. “We’ll see. Tickets are expensive. She’s decided to come out of
seclusion, out from her Greta Garbo cocoon. It’s a one-night only performance
up in Bar Harbor.”
“Maine? Who the fuck
gives a comeback performance in Maine? Bar Harbor, nonetheless. What, is she
going to come out on stage riding a moose?” She laughed.
My neck was beginning to
ache. I rubbed it. “I guess that’s where she lives. It’s a benefit of sorts.”
“So are you going to
take the train or bus your ass up here to see her?”
By here Julia was
referring to New England, where we had both grown up.
“You wanna go?” I asked.
“You mean will I go?”
Julia wasn’t a huge fan of divas like I was, but she knew I had no one else to
go with and wouldn’t travel alone.
“C’mon, you like her,” I
said. “You even said her rendition of that Barry Manilow song was better than
his.”
“Is that the song she
sang when she shit herself on stage?”
“Whatever,” I said and
tossed the remote onto the seat cushion next to me. Julia was referring, of
course, to Carolyn’s fairly well-publicized stage fright. Carolyn had suffered
a particularly bad spell several years back and, well, embarrassed herself on
live television. It was pretty sad. Julia thought it was funny.
I turned as an
ambulance’s siren rang out from the street below, followed by a blare from its
horn. I hated the sound of ambulances. I got up to shut the window as it took a
turn down Charleston Place.
“Five floors up and it
sounds like the cops are right next door,” she said. “I don’t know how you can
stand living in New York City.”
“It was an ambulance and
I’m in Brooklyn.”
“Whatever.”
I looked at the wall
clock, a gift I bought myself. It had logos from nearly all the big Broadway
shows over the past two years. “Shit. It’s almost time for America’s Got Divas
and I haven’t even set the DVR.”
“Alright, I’ll let you
go. Besides, I should check the dryer.” She was at our old Starbucks across
from the Laundromat. “Oh and how are you going to come up with the money to buy
tickets for this reclusive diva? Didn’t you just get done telling me you’ve
already spent this week’s and next week’s unemployment check?”
I didn’t want to get
into it. “Javier,” I said. “This week, he’s finally going to pay me the money
he owes me.”
“Oh, God. Not Javier.” I
knew her well enough to know that she was probably rolling her eyes as she said
it.
“Shut up,” I said, with
no real force behind it. Julia could be such a bitch. She was always reminding
me of the things I did wrong, which were plenty, and the things I should be
doing to better myself, which, quite honestly, were spilling out of my inbox.
I didn’t want to be
reminded of the humiliating experience I had had with Javier, the bagger at the
Good Barn, my former place of employment. In short, he got me fired. “He’s
getting money from his student loan,” I said. “He is going to pay me back on
Wednesday.”
“We’ll see about that.
Didn’t I tell you not to give him that money? Didn’t I tell you you’d probably
never see it again? But no,” she said, holding onto the vowel a bit longer than
necessary. “You still went off and gave it to him after giving him a BJ in the
beer cooler behind Produce. He’s going to ruin your wholesome, good-natured
reputation.”
About the
Author:
Rick Bettencourt is the author of Tim on
Broadway, Painting with Wine and Not Sure Boys. He lives with his husband and
their little dog, Bandit, in the Sarasota area of Florida. Rick originally hails
from Boston’s North Shore where he learned to speak without pronouncing the
letter “r”— and say things like “tonic” when he wanted a Coke, or “bubbler”
when getting a drink from the park’s water fountain.
A few years ago, Rick was adopted by a
Cairn Terrier named Bandit. Recently, Bandit moved Rick, and his husband of
several years, to Florida to escape the New England winters and avoid being
engulfed by snow drifts when going about their business.
When Rick is not being walked around the
block by Bandit, he might be found working on a story about an underdog
character triumphing over adversity. Or you might catch Rick watching The
Walking Dead or Once Upon a Time, reading something like Running with Scissors
or some personal development book, or writing to a group of folks on his
mailing list.
In addition, Rick enjoys theater, art,
old postcards, and amusement parks. He also loves to hear from his readers.
You can follow Rick on Twitter @rbettenc
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