Animate Me

by Ruth Clampett

  They switch to the long shot of a billboard on Olive Ave. just past Warner Bros. It appears that the monkey man poster was reformatted in a long rectangle and pieced together in large printed squares. I can’t believe it.

  Our inside sources tell us that the perpetrators have not been caught yet, but the entire staff is being interrogated. Meanwhile, the company president is now being investigated for his practices.

  Curtis hoots loudly in the background.

  We will keep you updated as we uncover further news from this Toon Town mutiny.

  “Damn, Curtis!” I gasp after putting the TV on mute.

  “Crazy…right? Did you know about all of this?”

  “I knew some of it, but not the twitter and billboard parts. My friends masterminded it.”

  “Well, those are some damn clever friends,” Curtis acknowledges. “Boy, I sure wouldn’t want them as my enemy.”

  “Nor I,” I laugh. “Wow…that made my day. Thanks for letting me know.”

  “Sure, bro. If that doesn’t inspire you, I don’t know what will.”

  Right after we hang up, I think about my Brooke cup and almost call Curtis back, but then I realize who I want to tell my big news to first. I pick up my phone.

  “Hey Dad,” I say casually, as if today is just another day.

  “Did Curtis catch you in time?” Dad asks. “It’s remarkable that your story has made the local news. Your personal experience of being abused by management is developing into a social issue and could impact the future for other artists. What do you think about that?”

  “It’s unreal…I’ll be happy if something good actually comes out of this nightmare.”

  “I agree.”

  “And Dad, there’s something else, too.”

  “What’s that?”

  I can’t help grinning as I say the words. “I’m seeing Brooke today. She finally contacted me.”

  I hear him breathe a big sigh of relief. “That’s great, Son. When did you hear from her?”

  “She got a message to me last night to meet her at four today.”

  “Really…she sent you a message? That sounds mysterious and ripe with potential.”

  “I also know from Morgan that she has a big meeting with Arnold today.”

  “As I suspected, she didn’t want to see you until she had some type of resolution for your predicament. Well, perhaps there will be a plethora of good news today.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  “Will you call us?” He asks.

  “Yes… yes, I promise.”

  As I do some stretches for my run I let my mind wander. I try to imagine what it will be like to see Brooke again. Will she want to kiss me, or even hug? She says she wants to talk…what if there are other issues I don’t even know about yet? I start to worry, but then force myself to think about other things.

  In reality, I’m not even sure what to say to her. Do I tell her how mad and disappointed I’ve been with her for not contacting me earlier? Do I tell her how low I sank, and the battle I’ve had to keep my spirits up? Or instead do I try to keep it light?

  More determined than ever, I finally head outside and hit a fast pace on my run. My mind spins with thoughts of Brooke, B-Girl, the news report, the Arnold meeting…it’s stunning to realize for the first time in my life, I not only don’t know what tomorrow holds, I don’t even know what this afternoon has in store for me. Whatever Brooke says today could potentially determine how the rest of my life will unfold.

  • • •

  An hour later, my phone rings.

  “Have you forgotten who your leader is in this revolt, Nathan?” Dani whispers into the phone.

  “Dani?” I ask. “Why are you whispering?”

  “I’m at work. Wait a sec. I’m almost outside. I won’t have to whisper in a minute.”

  I wait patiently until she speaks up again.

  “I didn’t even get consulted before you called in the media,” she huffs. “I saw the news clip online.”

  “It’s online already too?” I ask bewildered.

  “Yeah, on the ABC News website. Haven’t you seen it yet?”

  “No. And for your information, I didn’t call the media about all of this. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

  “I know that, silly man. I called them,” she informs me. “But I am surprised all the news sites got it up so fast. My brother saw it and alerted me. I forwarded it to Morgan and every one of the troops. Morgan then got it to Alana, who got it to Arnauld right before Brooke showed up with her lawyer. Take that mother fucking Monkey Man!”

  Despite Dani’s glee, a surge of panic rises through me. Brooke’s there with Arnold. I know everything that matters to me rides on how their meeting goes.

  “It’s viral in the building, and from what I hear, at every animation studio in town. Soon, dear Pinky, we will take over the world!” she says happily, in a voice imitating The Brain.

  “Dani…”

  “I know, I know…how can you ever thank me. Well, consider us even, since you helped me get my man back. Believe me, Nathan, I’m having the time of my life.”

  For the next few hours, I try to stay calm and not obsess about how the meeting is going. I listen to Wayne and try deep breathing techniques. All that does is get me worked up since the last time I took breaths like that Brooke’s mouth was on me. This isn’t calming me at all—just the opposite, as images of Brooke in various states of undress flash through my mind.

  Damn, I’m such a guy. Brooke could be in peril, fighting for me in Arnold’s office. How can I be thinking about sex at a time like this?

  I need to distract myself so I end up resorting to my tried and true…a viewing of the Golden Collection DVDs of classic Looney Tunes. The first DVD starts with Duck Amuck, where Chuck Jones has Bugs Bunny at a drafting table animating Daffy Duck in every humiliating way possible. I grin because it reminds me of my Monkey Man drawing and how much it’s presence has undoubtedly tormented Arnold.

  Next up is Friz Freleng’s Bird’s Anonymous, where Sylvester goes into the twelve-step program to get over his obsession with Tweety Bird. I realize I’ll have to join a similar group for lovesick fools if Brooke doesn’t come back to me. Robert McKimson’s terrific Gorilla My Dreams distracts me with Bugs’ antics when he’s adopted by two gorillas in the jungle.

  But my favorite on this DVD is Bob Clampett’s Porky in Wackyland, a black and white surreal cartoon from the thirties. Porky finds himself falling through a chute into an alternate reality while searching for the rare and illusive Dodo bird. As well-meaning Porky stumbles through the Dali-inspired landscapes, he comes across numerous strange creatures and becomes so exasperated trying to get what he wants most. At some point he’s just trying to survive his ordeal. I don’t think I’ve ever related to Porky Pig quite like I do today, because ever since Monday I’ve been tumbling through Wackyland too.

  • • •

  At three-forty, I fire up the Mini-Cooper and head to the Toluca Lake Starbucks, right at the edge of the studio side of Burbank. After scanning the place to make sure Brooke isn’t here yet, I order our drinks and find a quiet table outside. I don’t know when I’ve ever been so nervous. The entire time my stomach is fluttering and my right eye’s twitching.

  I try to focus on Brooke’s macchiato, and luckily the idea for her illustration comes easily to me. Sometimes the most obvious solution is also the best one. I hold the cup and work carefully while I move my Sharpie over the curved surface. As I carefully finish the sketch, I sense someone settling into Brooke’s chair and I look up to warn them that the seat is taken. But it’s Brooke, and she’s watching me with her huge, somber eyes.

  My Brooke.

  She studies me carefully, and it’s almost more than I can take. As much as I want to jump up and grab her, I have to follow her cues. She chose to sit down quietly without even hugging me first. The realization makes me incredibly sad.

  “Hey, Brooke,” I say softly.

  �
��Hi.” She smiles a sad smile.

  We just stare at each other for another moment, taking in everything. She looks tired, not good at all. This is a much different woman than the one I kissed goodbye Monday morning.

  “Is that for me?” she asks, pointing to the cup I just finished.

  “Yeah,” I answer, gently pushing it towards her.

  She reaches for it and rotates it slowly until she finds her sketch. She takes a sharp breath and gently runs her finger over the rendering of B-Girl.

  A tear works its way down her cheek and she lifts her beautiful hand to brush it away. “I love it,” she says looking up at me.

  I get up and stand next to her chair. “Come here,” I say gently as I extend my arms open.

  She blinks back more tears and slowly rises, then steps into my embrace. I fold my arms tightly around her. My heart pounds wildly just to have her close. I’m holding my Brooke again.

  “God, I’ve missed you,” I whisper into her hair.

  “Oh Nathan. You have no idea…” Her fingers press into me like she’s afraid I’ll let her go.

  “No, I don’t. I wish you’d returned my calls. Then I would’ve had an idea.”

  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t…I just couldn’t call, even if I’d gotten the messages. But I thought about you every minute of every day.”

  She thought of me every minute? If I was in her thoughts…surely, I must still be in her heart. Hope fires up inside of me.

  “I’ve been in the dark all week. If Morgan hadn’t at least told me you were all right, I would’ve gone mad,” I say.

  “But that’s the thing…I haven’t been all right. I’ve been in really bad shape. I pretty much fell apart Monday afternoon.”

  “But why didn’t you let me help you?”

  “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to come to terms with the fact that I single-handedly wrecked your career. It pretty much pushed me over the edge.”

  I look down and notice that her hands are trembling. Her spirit seems to be folding inward like a delicate origami.

  “I became single-minded,” she continues with a glazed look. “Night and day, all I could do was work on my plan to fix it. I had no sense of time or reality. I still can’t believe it’s been four days since everything fell apart.”

  I pull away from her and look down on her sternly.

  “Brooke, you didn’t single-handedly wreck my career. I’m not going to let you take that on. Besides, we both lost a lot that day.”

  I lead her back to her chair, and once she is sitting again, I go back to mine.

  She pulls her fingers through her hair nervously. “I don’t care about that job. For me, it was shattering to lose my dignity. But even worse, I lost the belief in myself.”

  “Oh, Brooke.”

  “How can you be so calm with me knowing you lost B-Girl and don’t have a job, thanks to my supreme stupidity?”

  “What do you mean stupidity?”

  “Knowing how territorial Arnauld is, I should have known he’d go after you. He’s so paranoid I should’ve assumed he’d have cameras everywhere. It also should’ve occurred to me that he’d have his guy following us while he was gone. I was just so blissed out with you that I felt like we were in a perfect bubble. I stopped paying attention and left the door open for his menace.”

  I think back and remember the guy in Arnold’s office that looked familiar. Hell no! He followed us all week? As my mind races to try to place where I may have seen him, my phone suddenly rings.

  I look down and raise my eyebrows. Walter.

  “Who is it?” Brooke asks as the rings continue.

  “My lawyer.”

  “Answer it, please,” she says.

  I pick up the phone and press the screen. “Hello, Walter.”

  “Nathan, I’ve also got Arthur and Diana conferenced in, as well.”

  “Good, what’s up?” I ask nervously.

  “Well, I have big news. I just got a call from their attorney. I’m happy to report that the case has been dropped.”

  I close my eyes, and reach out to Brooke. She takes my hand and winds her fingers through mine. I hold onto her tightly. Taking a deep breath, I try to still my thundering heart.

  She squeezes my hand, and I look up at her. “It’s over,” she whispers, smiling gently.

  “Nathan?” Walter asks into the phone.

  “I’m here. I’m just in shock I think. I can’t believe it’s over. I mean, is it really over?

  He can’t come after me again?”

  “No. The agreement that they just faxed us states as much. We have a messenger on the way over with the official signed copy.”

  “We couldn’t be more pleased,” Mom chimes in. “Thanks to you and your team, Walter, for everything.”

  “Well, honestly, Diana, I can’t take credit for this victory. It seems Nathan’s friend, Ms. Tobin, made this happen. We were just the second string defense if you will. Although I’m sure we intimidated him, it was still too early in the game for us to do our real magic.”

  “Do you know what Brooke did, Walter?” Dad asks, always the curious man.

  “I was able to garner information that evidently Ms. Tobin had some incriminating evidence against Arnauld that she used to barter to get Nathan’s property back. In turn, she walked away from her contract and position. She acted very selflessly. Frankly, I’ve never seen anything quite like it,” he admits.

  My heart’s pounding as I look over at Brooke, concern etched across her face.

  “Anything wrong?” she whispers.

  I shake my head, lift her hand and kiss it like I’d seen in old movies. She smiles warmly at me.

  “Well, sometimes it takes a crisis to test a person’s true character,” says Mom softly. “And I will always hold a special place in my heart for Brooke, for the way she fought for our son.”

  “You see why I love her so much?” I ask, not even caring that Walter is still on the line.

  I see Brooke’s eyes spark hopeful with my words.

  “Yes, we do, Son,” replies Dad. “And clearly she loves you too.”

  “Well, congratulations, Nathan, it seems you have a really good woman.” He clears his throat. “Tomorrow, we will messenger over the final paperwork for you to sign off on. So now there’s just one other issue.”

  “Yes?” I ask, curious.

  “Do you want your old job back? They fired you unlawfully since they didn’t fire Ms. Tobin at the same time for the conference room situation. You could demand your job back, and at this point we would probably win.”

  I think about being at Sketch Republic, in the same building with Arnold, and yet Brooke nowhere near.

  “Absolutely not,” I say with no hesitation. “My days at Sketch Republic are over. It’s time to move on to bigger things.”

  “Yes!” agrees Dad. “Much bigger things.”

  “Okay, then. We’re done here. Time to celebrate your victory.”

  “Thank you, Walter. Thank you, Mom and Dad,” I say with emotion in my voice.

  “We’re just so happy, Nathan,” Mom says. “And we’re very grateful for your help, Walter.”

  “My pleasure. Now go on and make B-Girl a resounding success, Nathan. That will be your ultimate victory,” says Walter.

  “Yes, I will.”

  I look at Brooke, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. My B-Girl, my Wonder Woman, saved me after all. She gave up everything for me. How do I tell her what that means to me?

  “Brooke Tobin,” I whisper.

  “Yes, Nathan Evans?”

  “How can I ever thank you?”

  She shakes her head in disbelief. “Thank me for picking up the pieces after almost destroying your life and career?”

  “No, for saving me…for loving me.”

  “Saving you? It’s the least I could do. Loving you…how could I resist? What choice did I have?” She teases, but yet there is something so earnest in her gaze.

  “Come here,” I demand, hold
ing my arms out.

  She gets up and, blushing like a schoolgirl, sits down on my lap. I nestle my head into the crook of her neck. My arms wrap around her and I smile as she relaxes into me.

  “Morgan gave you the sketchbook, so now you know I’ve always loved you, Brooke.”

  She pulls back and looks at me, tears in her eyes. “Our storyboard romance that you drew,” she says softly and sighs. “It’s the most special gift…the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me. And it gave me hope.”

  “I wanted to explain from my heart why I did the things I did. I hope you know that I didn’t intend to lie to you, Brooke. I just made some bad decisions because I would’ve done anything to be with you. I guess I didn’t believe in myself enough to know you could love me just the way I am.”

  “And I do.”

  I grin. “And you still love me?”

  “Of course,” she says. “More than ever.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  She looks up at me and nods. “Anything.”

  “So why did you want to meet at Starbucks? Part of me was worried that you chose here so you could break up with me and make a quick getaway.”

  She shakes her head slowly.

  “You know we kind of got started thanks to Starbucks.”

  “Anything else?” I ask, convinced there’s more to it.

  “Actually, I was thinking you may have needed a neutral setting so that you could make the quick getaway.”

  “So we’re both fools,” I point out. I reach toward her and gently run my thumb over her lips. She looks at me with such longing in her eyes that I disregard where we are. I take her face in my hands and pull her close. As our lips connect, I’m struck by the unraveling of raw emotion. We both know how much more we could have lost. Our kiss is everything…a desperate reconnection, a harrowing conclusion immediately followed by brilliant new possibilities.

  “This,” I say as we part and gasp for air. “This is what I’ve held on for. This is what I’ve been living for.”

  My fingertips curve around her waist just as I’d remembered. My touch cannot forget a single inch of her.