Scott Roman: Into the Future

          This story goes into the future of Joe Roman's kid, Scott Roman. Scott's a cool high school teenager who's very studious, has a great bod & is popular. His best friend's Michael Brandis & both of them played high school football. But like their dads, they play music.

          In the band room, we find a jazz band class rehearsing for the spring concert. Michael's the head trumpeter while Scott's the guitarist. There are also two vibists in the band; one is Scott & Michael's friend, DC, the other's the band director, Mr. Benjamin Sanders. Ben grew a moustache & beard, he took up teaching aster TWA disbanded a few years back.

          After class, Scott & Michael went over to Mr. Sanders asking,

          "Mr. Sanders, do you think were ready to do our number in the show? DC, Zack, Michael, Ranny & I have been working hard."

          "Scott," Mr. Sanders said relaxing in his desk, "I'll try to fit it in. Just because you're White Angel sons means I'm not playing favorites. "

          After school, Scott would put his guitar case in the sidecar, then would ride behind Michael who drove his motorcycle Frank once had. They went home & parked the bike outside his garage.

          In Frank's garage, that's where The Scott Roman Band practiced featuring Zack on drums, Ranny on bass, DC on vibes, Michael on keys & trumpet & Scott on guitar/lead vocals. The band played rock & jazz just like TWA did. After an hour of rehearsal, an elderly person says,

          "Cut out that music! I'm trying to sleep! Why don't you do something useful & feed me!"

          "Matty!" Scott groaned, "What are you doing here? I told you not to embarrass me in front of the guys!"

          "Can I help it?" he asked, "I'm 10 years old, an elderly dog! Please feed me some Jello."

          Scott had to wrap up practice to feed his old dog. In the kitchen, Scott was feeding Matty some Jello.

          "I'll never forget my childhood when I liked snow cones." said Matty crying.

          "I hate it when you reminisce." said Scott.     That night, Scott's in his bedroom messing around on the guitar writing a song. Matty was sound asleep in his dog bed. Lou came in with some mail in her hand.

          "What's up, Mom?" asked Scott.

          "Scott," says Lou, "I got some more college brochures you should consider going to. Liz already selected a college, why not you?"

          Scott holds his guitar up & says,      "This is my future, my guitar."

          "Scott Roman," scolded Lou, "You're not going to waste your life trying to make it in the music world. It's also tough because you're Joe Roman's son. Everyone will expect you to be the same jazz guitarist as him. Then you'll do hotel/casino gigs that will keep you away from your family."

          "Mom, that's what Dad likes to do, perform." said Scott, "After TWA disbanded, Joe's lucky to be a solo performer. And I hope that The Scott Roman Band will go places as well. In fact, we're doing our own song in the spring concert next week. Maybe I should get Dad to come from Beach City, New Jersey."

          "I don't want to see your life ruined!" said Lou.     That Saturday morning, Scott drove his motorcycle going down I-76 East heading to Beach City, New Jersey. Along the Park Place strip, he saw a lot of hotels/casinos with great entertainment. Scott spotted The Ostrich Hotel/Casino (the perfect place to hide your head in the sand after losing all your wages @ the casino) & saw that Joe Roman's headlining the place with an afternoon matinee & evening show.

          After a valet parked his bike, Scott went & tried to find where Joe's performing. He had to go through the casino, but some bodyguards grabbed him saying,

          "Must be 21 or older!"

          "I'm just going to see my dad, Joe Roman." explained Scott.

          "Sure sure." said a bodyguard, "No one goes near Joe Roman. Let's see some ID."

          Scott showed him his driver's license. Then he got on a walkie-talkie speaking to someone. The bodyguard then escorted Scott o the stage show where Joe Roman performs.

          In the matinee show, Scott learned that his Dad has a band called The Blue Collars (not Joe's friends, but local musicians). Joe sported a moustache & beard wearing a mechanic outfit. In his performance, Joe would mostly sing with a mike in his hand for female fans to swoon, trying to be another Tom Jones.

          In the middle of the show, Joe would put the mike on the stand & grab his Washborn electric guitar. Joe would play a couple of guitar soloes with the band, then he would play rhythm & sing to please nostalgic fans.

          When the show's over, the bodyguard escorted Scott to Joe's hotel suite. Scott's impressed with his suite having a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom & living room. Scott spotted 4 guitars on guitar stands (2 acoustic, 2 electric). Scott grabbed the Danny Brown model & played a solo. Then he heard someone yell,

          "No one touches my guitars!"

          Joe went over & realized it was only Scott.     "Dad, you don't have to get in a real bad mood about it." Scott reasoned.

          "I'm sorry, thought it's a bellhop." said Joe calming down, then hugged his son.

          "Why are you here?" asked Joe, "Mom driving you crazy to get into college? Matty dehydrated himself by crying?"

          "Dad, I thought I could spend some time with you."

          "Let's hit the hot tub, I got to relax before my night show." said Joe.

          Joe took Scott over to his patio & he had a private hot tub he uses. Joe & Scott changed into their Guts & got in the hot tub.

          "Dad, if you're free next week, my high school jazz band's putting on a show. My friends & I are doing a song we wrote."

          "My talent rubbed on to you." said Joe, "I'll see if I can make it. I got a month gig here & perform every night except Sundays & Thursdays. But I think you should go to college. Lou's right, I never went."

          "I know Dad," groaned Scott, "You were a motorcycle racer, then a mechanic, now a musician/singer in a band & on your own. Dad, you let me perform with you when I was a kid in that Christmas special & various other times. You think I'd be some flash in the pan?"

          "The way people dissed us, yes!" said Joe.     When they got out of the tub & changed into some dry clothes, Joe gets a phone call from the hotel.     "Hello?" he responded after picking up the receiver, "What? Kicked out of the hotel/casino? Why? I see. A new guitarist! That's your problem, not mine!"

          Joe puts the receiver on the phone & tells Scott that his guitarist was thrown out of the place over a roulette bet.

          In a flashback @ the casino, the dude placed $1,000 in chips on #24. The wheel spun with ball in motion. And as it's about to settle on #24, the ball suddenly jumped to #00!

          "I protest!" he yelled, "You used a Mexican jumping bean!"

          Some casino goons broke his arm & threw him out of the hotel/casino.

          "Dad?" Scott asked, "Let me fill in for this gig."

          Joe thinks about it & then goes to his closet handing him a mechanic outfit. Joe tells him to change & grab his Danny Brown guitar.

          Before the show started, Joe had Scott sit with the house band & introduced him to the band.

          "Is this a publicity stunt?" asked the bassist.     "You'll probably have him jam with you." complained his drummer.

          "Got a problem with that?" asked Joe, "He's only doing this gig helping me out. Scott can read music."

          The evening show had begun & people liked watching Joe Roman sing. Then when he grabbed his Washborn guitar, Joe announces,

          "Tonight on this gig, I got someone special playing in the band & would like for him to join me. On guitar, my son, Scott Roman!"

          Most people applauded over his son. Then Joe informs them that he has his own band. Joe starts playing his guitar solo with Scott strumming along. Then Joe tells Scott to solo & plays his own guitar solo with Joe strumming. After that jam, Joe invites his son to sing with him both playing guitars.

          When the concert was over, Scott was shocked to find two showgirls hanging around his dad.

          "You're so handsome." said a showgirl giggling, then asked, "You ready to have us up in your room?"

          "Not tonight girls, I got my son with me."     At his suite, Scott's upset with Joe.

          "How could you do this to Mom?" asked Scott, "You have showgirls in your hotel suite?"

          "It gets lonely being a lounge singer." said Joe, "I invite them to have a party with me. You don't think I sleep with them?"

          "Maybe Mom's right." Scott said explaining, "If I ever got married, I would never have babes hang around me after doing a show. Maybe I should quit the guitar after high school & find a real profession."

          The next morning, Scott came back home on his motorcycle. He told his mother what happened & she wanted to call Larry Stinger to get on his sleazy talk show! Then he went to his bedroom & took down pictures of guitarists off his wall. Matty was shocked.

          "Are you mad?" asked Matty.

          "Leave me alone, dog!" scolded Scott. Liz came in the room to calm her brother down. The Lou entered & talked to Scott.

          "You were right Mom. I don't want to be another Joe Roman!"

          "Scott," explained Lou, "You didn't do anything wrong. Why don't you just calm down & don't give up your dreams. When I see you play the guitar, you're just like Dad."

          "The last person I want to be."

          The night of the Spring Concert arrived. First, the orchestra performed their numbers. During intermission, the jazz band's setting up. Scott was nervous of having Joe in the audience.

          "Relax Scott." Michael said, "Mr. Sanders approved of us doing our number."

          "Guys," Scott stated, "Once I graduate, I'm quitting music."

          "You can't!" DC said, "You're a star."

          "Even stars don't shine that long." said Scott.     "Scott," Michael explained, "Just because your dad's a gigolo doesn't mean you have to be one as well. You're Scott Roman, the coolest guitarist of this school!"

          The jazz concert was going well with Mr. Sanders leading the band & playing the vibes as well. Him & DC had an awesome vibes number on one song. Scott saw his mom & sister up front with his dad in the balcony.

  Scott got to solo a couple of times.

          The last song had Scott & his friends performing as a band with Scott lead singing & playing guitar. The girls in the audience screamed over Scott, they were the hit of the concert.

          However @ the parking lot, Scott saw that Joe & Lou were arguing & fighting each other. Liz & Scott were trying to break it up while the wise guy crowd chanted,

          "LARRY! LARRY! LARRY! LARRY!"

          "This is not Larry Stinger!" said the principal with a bullhorn, "Please leave!"

          "Stop it, Mom & Dad!" pleaded Scott, "Don't fight!"

          The words, 'Don't fight' kept echoing, then we hear a kid voice murmuring don't fight. Scott Roman was only dreaming, waking up as a kid again, then Matty licked his face!

          "Cut it out!" he murmured.

          "Little kid dog couldn't sleep!" complained Matty.

          "Kid dog?" Scott asked. He rubbed his eyes & cried for joy, hugging Matty, "Matty! You're a kid dog again!"

          "You must've had a bad dream." quipped Matty.     Scott got up & told his dog,

          "Matty, in my dream, you were an old elderly dog who liked eating Jello. But I'm glad you're still a kid dog who likes snow cones."

          Scott & Matty went downstairs to have breakfast. Then he told his parents his bad dream.

          "Dad's a lounge singer/guitarist @ a hotel/casino. After a show, he would invite showgirls up to his room."

          Joe told Scott it's only a dream. But Lou assured him that Joe would never do a thing like that, or they'd end up on Larry Stinger!


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