Emily confronts the singer
From Create Your Own Story
Singer Ending
Emily arrives at the swing club. It is late into the evening. The club is packed with people eating, light jazz playing in the background. Emily enters. She carries with her the picture she found at the library.
(Depending on if she has seen Emily before, the singer replies accordingly) CAME FROM LIBRARY: Ana: Welcome back dear! Here to enjoy the music? Emily: I founds this. (Shows her the picture) Who is this woman and why is she wearing the bracelet? What haven’t you told me? Ana: It’s complicated, I can’t get into it here. Emily: Please. I need to know.
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Ana: Welcome to the Fat Cat. Would you like a table or a seat at the bar? Emily: No, I’m looking for you. Ana: A fan? You must have heard the album I recorded years ago. Where did you find it? I knew my music could appeal to all ages, no matter what that producer said. Emily: Who are you and how do you know Lige Skargall? Ana: Surely I don’t know what youre talking about. Emily: I found these documents saying otherwise. Ana: How did you get these? Emily: It doesn’t matter. What matters is there is something that you’re not telling me, and I need to know what it is. Please. Lige was my uncle. Ana: Emily? Can it be you? He told me so much about you… Emily: You can trust me.
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Ana: Come with me. Bill! I’m taking a smoke break. Have someone cover for me! (To Emily) Follow me. They move through the crowd into a back room where they can be alone. Ana: I was born in Germany, if you couldn’t tell. Being a member of the Nazi party was required for all honest hard working Germans. My father was a politician and identified with Hitler’s message. Soon after he joined the party, people started being killed for not recognizing Hitler as God’s gift to man. When my father was killed for not attending a local Hitler rally, my mother and I ran. We hid where we could and luckily we looked Aryan enough to get around without being stopped by the police or questioned by locals. I was very little and life on the run was difficult for my mother. She was a very frail woman physically, but it did not stop her from doing everything she could to protect me. One night, we were hiding in a small area of the woods near the border and a Nazi troupe found us. We didn’t have any paperwork so they took us to their camp until they could find more information on us. My mother was a charming lady so it wasn’t too difficult for her to convince them she could be trusted. When the opportunity arose, we ran, but this time, the Nazis were in pursuit. We found sanctuary with in a local town that had been taken over by Canadian and American troupes. One man took pity on us. His name was Jim Barnes. He was enamoured by my mother and vowed to get us to safety. He hid us away in a small apartment and would visit us as often as he could. When he couldn’t come, he would send his friend Lige. They would bring us food and taught me and my mother English. My mother would sing love songs in German and I would translate them into English for practice. I’m not sure how long we were there, but it felt like an eternity. My mother fell in love with Jim and were soon married. The wedding gave us the opportunity to start a new life on another continent. He was given leave after their wedding to return to Canada, but my mother’s German status prevented us from being able to go with him. While home, he had the local jeweler make this bracelet for my mother. Along with some very convincing forged paperwork, we were ready to escape. Lige was to take us to an airbase where Jim would be waiting and deliver us safely to Canada. I was so scared to leave. I was afraid they would kill us. My mother told me not to worry, that Jim would protect us no matter what. We were ambushed when we arrived at the plane. Jim was shot and killed trying to distract them. Lige took on the responsibility of getting us safely to Canada. He set us up in his cabin, and made sure we were fed and clothed. The difficult escape and loss of her new husband turned out to be too much for my frail mother. She held out until Lige’s enlistment ended. After she passed, Lige got me a job working at this club. He loved to come and hear me sing love songs. He said it reminded him of the love between Jim and my mother. The rest…..it’s history. Your uncle saved my life. Emily: Why did you keep it a secret? Ana: My father’s political connections….no one would have believed that I wasn’t a Nazi. I couldn’t go back to Germany. I had seen too much. I officially became a citizen a few years later with the help of your uncle. I was afraid they would revoke my citizenship if my story ever got out. Emily: Your secret is safe with me. Ana: Thank you, dear girl. Now, if you please, theres something I’d like to do. Emily: Of course.
Ana walks up to the band and whispers something to them. They nod and she moves to a microphone.
Ana: This next song is dedicated to an old friend. She sings. Lights out.
