Synopsis
Seaside Club Café is a story about the complications of fitting in. Awkward romances and imperfections of growing up. Teenagers barely thriving in a bombardment of constant evolving technology as that age- old question screams louder than ever through social media… “Where do I belong?”
A fast-paced action thriller with two spirited protagonist, Vicky and Chase that compete for the spotlight. Vicky’s younger brother, Buttons who wears trouble like a badge of honor. Seaside Club Cafe takes place in the coastal community of South Mission Beach, in San Diego California.
Seaside Club Café
Prologue
South Mission Beach, San Diego California.
5:02 a.m. Just before Dawn:
Chase huddles in the corner of his closet.
Fingers trembling, he turns on his camping lantern. He grabs the gold pen from his pocket and begins to write in the most beautiful cursive ever seen.
Dear Mom and Dad,
If you are reading this…then you know I have met with ill fate. Don’t be sad. If you could imagine everything and all possibilities, then you must know… I imagine myself in a place that is free from suffering. I have seen and felt too much.
I am frightened! The house calls me from the fog as I write. The past 3 days have been torturous. The Ocean whispers its own nightmares. “Come to me. Your answer lies deep below the water’s surface.”
The voice appears out of nowhere and beckons me! It grabs me by the throat telling me to tell the truth. Maybe it is my own truth that will keep me alive. I’m tied to the shackles of my dreams and my intent to honor them.
Sure wish I had a ham and cheese sandwich right now. (he draws an emoji of his cat eating a sandwich. He chuckles then rubs his stomach.)
I’m starving. Let me see… where was I?
If this is not a dream…then I’m doomed.
I don’t want this… but like the of beauty of my Irish love. I can’t turn away. Please let Vicky know it was all for her.
I bought her a friendship ring from that jazzy beach thrift store. It’s in the green glitter box.
Let her know, she was not part of my imagination…but real in everyway. She is the only one that understood, that without my dreams… even the ones that crippled me, I could not breathe in this earthly dust.
Tell her … yes, I do have the soul of a poet. But I’m not at fault.
Crescent is meowing at the door. Sorry (sad face emoji) I forgot to pick up cat food.
Yet I’m excited to finally feel something beyond my own human pain. The itching…itch. Itch. Always the constant itch of life
Maybe there IS something wrong with my brain. The burning is left in my heart for any mercy on my young poets’ soul.
I am a warrior. (emoji warrior waving a sword.) It is by my hand alone that I release the grip around my throat. I only live to shake my imagination loose so it will protect me.
I will always dream of you… my dear parents.
Dad. Please buy a real car. (throwing up emoji) It’s not vintage. It’s old. It’s embarrassing!
Mom and dad, know that I perished protecting and preserving those parts of me that I refused to give up to this laden society of thinkers… whom forgot how to think!
I hear it again. It is stronger each night. It is NOT my imagination.
The comfort of my closet doesn’t shield me in secrecy anymore.
Crescent is kneading me and her nails are piercing my flesh.
Please make an appointment at the groomers. (happy cat emoji)
I must face what I imagine. It is what gives me hope!
Mom…Dad… I really love you!
~~~
Chase Winters places his beautifully hand written letter in an envelope marked …
Open only in the case of my death.
He opens his safe, where all-important documents, his best poetry; ideas of grandeur, the green glitter box and things of great importance stay secret… including the very first love note he received from Vicky. He opened the note again and smiled.
Chase, I like you but please stop being so weird…it’s annoying. Can you just speak normal? By the way it’s Saint Patrick’s Day. Since I’m Irish…you may kiss me! Expiration date is tomorrow after school. Signed Victoria McCauley.”
Seaside Club Café is a story about the complications of fitting in. Awkward romances and imperfections of growing up. Teenagers barely thriving in a bombardment of constant evolving technology as that age- old question screams louder than ever through social media… “Where do I belong?”
A fast-paced action thriller with two spirited protagonist, Vicky and Chase that compete for the spotlight. Vicky’s younger brother, Buttons who wears trouble like a badge of honor. Seaside Club Cafe takes place in the coastal community of South Mission Beach, in San Diego California.
Seaside Club Café
Prologue
South Mission Beach, San Diego California.
5:02 a.m. Just before Dawn:
Chase huddles in the corner of his closet.
Fingers trembling, he turns on his camping lantern. He grabs the gold pen from his pocket and begins to write in the most beautiful cursive ever seen.
Dear Mom and Dad,
If you are reading this…then you know I have met with ill fate. Don’t be sad. If you could imagine everything and all possibilities, then you must know… I imagine myself in a place that is free from suffering. I have seen and felt too much.
I am frightened! The house calls me from the fog as I write. The past 3 days have been torturous. The Ocean whispers its own nightmares. “Come to me. Your answer lies deep below the water’s surface.”
The voice appears out of nowhere and beckons me! It grabs me by the throat telling me to tell the truth. Maybe it is my own truth that will keep me alive. I’m tied to the shackles of my dreams and my intent to honor them.
Sure wish I had a ham and cheese sandwich right now. (he draws an emoji of his cat eating a sandwich. He chuckles then rubs his stomach.)
I’m starving. Let me see… where was I?
If this is not a dream…then I’m doomed.
I don’t want this… but like the of beauty of my Irish love. I can’t turn away. Please let Vicky know it was all for her.
I bought her a friendship ring from that jazzy beach thrift store. It’s in the green glitter box.
Let her know, she was not part of my imagination…but real in everyway. She is the only one that understood, that without my dreams… even the ones that crippled me, I could not breathe in this earthly dust.
Tell her … yes, I do have the soul of a poet. But I’m not at fault.
Crescent is meowing at the door. Sorry (sad face emoji) I forgot to pick up cat food.
Yet I’m excited to finally feel something beyond my own human pain. The itching…itch. Itch. Always the constant itch of life
Maybe there IS something wrong with my brain. The burning is left in my heart for any mercy on my young poets’ soul.
I am a warrior. (emoji warrior waving a sword.) It is by my hand alone that I release the grip around my throat. I only live to shake my imagination loose so it will protect me.
I will always dream of you… my dear parents.
Dad. Please buy a real car. (throwing up emoji) It’s not vintage. It’s old. It’s embarrassing!
Mom and dad, know that I perished protecting and preserving those parts of me that I refused to give up to this laden society of thinkers… whom forgot how to think!
I hear it again. It is stronger each night. It is NOT my imagination.
The comfort of my closet doesn’t shield me in secrecy anymore.
Crescent is kneading me and her nails are piercing my flesh.
Please make an appointment at the groomers. (happy cat emoji)
I must face what I imagine. It is what gives me hope!
Mom…Dad… I really love you!
~~~
Chase Winters places his beautifully hand written letter in an envelope marked …
Open only in the case of my death.
He opens his safe, where all-important documents, his best poetry; ideas of grandeur, the green glitter box and things of great importance stay secret… including the very first love note he received from Vicky. He opened the note again and smiled.
Chase, I like you but please stop being so weird…it’s annoying. Can you just speak normal? By the way it’s Saint Patrick’s Day. Since I’m Irish…you may kiss me! Expiration date is tomorrow after school. Signed Victoria McCauley.”
- Chase wished he’d never passed up that opportunity. He thought it might never come again. The sadness of that thought paralyzed him. But like a magnet, his soul pulled to the ocean’s shore surrounded by a cloak of dark thick fog…only to be drawn closer to meet his reflection.