#Sonny Fisher

[filmjunky-99]

m e t i m e, 2022 🎬 dir. john hamburg mark wahlberg [w. kevin hart]

[soulmusicsongs]

I'm Going (All The Way) - Sonny Fisher (I'm Going (All The Way) / Hurting, 1967)

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...Wild America (1997) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #Movie #movies #actionadventure #stoufferbrothers #jonathantaylorthomas #DevonSawa #scottbairstow #martystouffer #markstouffer #FrancesFisher #JameySheridan #DannyGlover #zackward #traceywalter #sonnyshroyer #marshallstouffer #vintage #VHS #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

[lgspears]

for the plan Miami Vice Reboot Series from Vin Diesel, I nominated Garrett Hedlund or Billy Magnussen as James "Sonny" Crockett and John David Washington or Ray Fisher as Ricardo "Rico" Tubbs.

[princesssarisa]

I wonder…

What are the T-Birds (from Grease) like?

I'm talking about their hairs, their eyes, their bodies and some colors of their skins

1978 film:

Danny is tall (6'2''), slender, and athletically built. He has a longish "heart shaped" face with a square cleft chin, light peach skin, blue eyes, and wavy black hair.

Kenickie is also tall (6'1 1/2'') and slender, though his build isn't quite as athletic as Danny's. He has a thin oval face, sandy peach skin, blue eyes, and wavy, light golden brown hair.

Doody is of medium height (5'8'') and slender. He has a "heart shaped" face with a prominent chin and aquiline nose, deep sandy peach skin, brown eyes, and curly dark brown hair.

Sonny is slightly short (5'7'') and fairly stocky. He has a broad squarish face with round cheeks, ruddy tan skin, hazel eyes, and curly dark brown hair.

Putzie is slightly tall (5'11') and slender. He has a thin "diamond-shaped" face, light peach skin, blue eyes, and wavy light golden blond hair.

Grease Live! 2016:

Danny is once again tall (6'0), slender, and athletically built. He has a "diamond-shaped" face, peach skin, blue-gray eyes, and wavy golden brown hair.

Kenickie is shorter (5'6''), though still slender and athletic, and he gets a "race lift" to be Latino. He has a "rectangular" face, light tan skin, brown eyes, and thick, wavy, dark brown hair.

Doody is again of medium height (5'8'') and slender, but he also gets a "race lift" to be mixed race. He has a squarish face, light golden brown skin, brown eyes, and wavy dark brown hair, and he wears glasses.

Sonny is of medium height (5'10'') and slender. He has a slim oval face and looks less "ethnic" than the 1978 Sonny, with peach skin, blue-gray eyes, and wavy medium brown hair.

Putzie is tall (6'0'') and slender, and like Kenickie, he gets a "race lift" to be Latino. He has a fairly oblong face, light tan skin, deep brown eyes, and wavy dark brown hair.

In both versions, in keeping with the fashion of the day, they all style their hair in pompadours.

As for what they look like in the stage version (where they're called the Burger Palace Boys instead of the T-Birds and where Putzie goes by his real name, Roger), that depends on the production.

[donospl]

JAZZOWE REKOMENDACJE: Jan Ptaszyn Wróblewski "On The Road vol.2"

For Tune, 2022 Wybór koncertowych nagrań Jana Ptaszyna Wróblewskiego w kwartetowych składach zaprezentowany został przez wydawnictwo For Tune.  W maju 2023 doczekaliśmy się drugiej część zbioru. Na płytach znalazły się  nagrania z lat 2003-2020. Utwory do publikacji wybrał  sam Jan Ptaszyn Wróblewski. Znajdujące się na “On The Road vol.2″nagrania pochodzą z koncertów w Ostromecku [w ramach…

[semperamans]

yk that one clip of joseph quinn fixing lupita nyongos dress strap when i slipped on the red carpet and picturing benny doing that so casually GIRLL

grrrrrrr woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof

also known as the two times benny adjusts your clothing and the one time he doesn't :) (ft johnny because i am so insane)

slight voyeurism? LOL! i am FUCKING NUTS and i am so sorry! smut happens below the read more line, so only venture down there if you feel up for it!

it’s the first day of summer and benny couldn’t be any happier even if he tried. the guys think he’s snorting something or off his fucking rocker because he’s smiling. he’s got that dazed, happy-go-lucky look he usually only has when you’re around, but this is constant and has been since the club made the three hour journey to this lakeside piece of paradise. it’s not like a run where benny has to stay on high alert. it’s not club business, more of a family gathering, and he’s is just happy. can’t a guy be fuckin’ happy? right now he’s laying on the sun warmed grass, tan skin still glistening with leftover lake kisses. he can hear cockroach and his son somewhere over on the rickety pier, their bobbers plinking in the water, and the not-so-welcome advice from zipco who is a self-proclaimed master fisher. corky, cal, and sonny are hunting for frogs, the fucking bozos, with their swim trunks pulled up to their belly buttons, knees sinking quickly into the sweet smelling swell of the lakeside. they’re giggling damn near louder than the girls who are bouncing each other popcorn style on the trampoline and, fuck, benny just really likes life right now and likes it even better when something blocks the sun from his face and he opens his eyes to sees you. you’re wearing a swimsuit and a big smile and benny can’t help it. he reaches up, grabbing your arm, and with a swift pull, you’re toppling onto him. a squealing giggle bursts from your lips as you attempt to squirm away, but it’s no use. “you’re gettin’ me all wet!” “thought you liked when i did that?” your eyes widen, hand playfully coming to cup his mouth shut. in all the commotion your swimsuit strap has slipped and now loosely dangles near your elbow where benny just can’t help but look. you move together, your hand sliding from his mouth, fingers brushing through his damp curls; his callused fingertips birthing goosebumps as he situates the strap to its rightful position. “gimme a kiss?” he asks, taking your face between his palms. he tastes like summer.

the days melt into one another all hot and sticky like dripping ice cream. summer’s heat is unrelenting and benny has an almost radiant golden glow to his skin. the respite from the city has all of you slowing down, appreciating the little things: the way the sun tucks herself into the lake at night, the sweet zing of homemade tea, the giggle of gail and brucie's baby girl, and how capturing these moments together somehow bring each of you closer. it's not hard to adjust to this lifestyle. your days consist of swimming and baking and laughing and drinking and telling stories and hiking and you even find a liking for astronomy when the stars you’re studying happen to form new constellations on benny’s shoulders and down his spine. somehow he's more handsome here, if it's possible and tonight he's hauntingly beautiful in the sun's dying glow and angelic against the wavering bonfire flames that flick warmth over your chilling bodies. you can't stop looking at him but cal, who refuses to sit still, has finally wired that damn radio the right way and it crackles to life. there are cheers all around, beers hoisted skyward as a bluesy country song everyone seems to know hisses out of the aged speakers. perched atop stumps and spread over foldable chairs, a singalong begins. the boys drunkenly toss their arms over one another, lifting their chins to serenade the moon. even benny joins in. he's got one arm around you, the other holding tightly to johnny's waist as he sings with this elvis-like intonation. he looks down at you and can't explain it but you just look like you're his. maybe it's the t-shirt you're wearing, but no, it can't be. it's gotta be johnny's, benny's shirts are big on you but not so big that the collar droops down past your collarbone. benny likes it and grins and tells you he likes it and rights the fabric before pinching your cheek because god you're fucking cute.

it's five beers, four shots, and three singalongs later when johnny notices two people are missing. he rises, all wobbly legs and swirling colorful flashes as he extracts himself from the group. when did you and benny slip away? he can't seem to remember and it's not a big deal, not really, but he misses the two of you and just wants to see what you're up to and oh. he shouldn't be watching but his feet have grown roots. he can only see benny at first; the corded muscles in his back waning and flexing with exertion. but then he hears you. my god. the soft little gasp you puff into the air, the way you so delicately say benny's name like you're savoring the flavor of each letter-dragging them out, rolling them over your tongue. johnny shouldn't be watching. shouldn't be watching. can't stop watching. can't turn away. can't stop himself from uprooting his feet and moving over, over, over until he can see both of you clearly. you're pressed against someone's car, one hand splayed over the candy-red paint the other on benny's shoulder, nails biting into the flesh and johnny feels like a fucking freak and maybe he is but he'll worry about that later because benny. benny. benny. that's what you keep saying and your eyes are watery, he can make out their glint through the darkness thanks to the moonlight and he knows you, knows you cry when there’s a lot going on and there is a lot going on. there is pure desperation in your voice and you’re making these delicate preening whines and fuck you're still wearing the shirt. his shirt. the shirt you slipped from his bag then so innocently swore you didn't take. his shirt. and maybe you and benny want him there and that's why you're still wearing that shirt while benny, while he- jesus. it's rucked up and dirty and pooling over the leg you've got thrown around benny's hip but you don't make any move to fix it and now you're close. somehow the three of you are already so close to the edge and how special is that? sharing something so intimate even though you and benny have no idea. close. that's what you say as you bury your face into benny's neck, as your nails bite deeper and draw blood. close as you look up and lock eyes with johnny then you're no longer close but tumbling over the brink and down into rippling, blissful oblivion.

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Sonny Fisher - Rockin Daddy

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

My Top 10 College Coaches (2023-2024)

With the 2023-2024 NCAA college football season about to start, here are top 10 teams/coaches I'll be watching.

10. Dabo Swinney at Clemson University

9. Brian Kelly at Louisiana State University (LSU)

8. Mark Stoops at the University of Kentucky

7. Kevin Wilson at the University of Tulsa

6. Sam Pittman at the University of Arkansas

5. Mack Brown at the University of North Carolina

4. Kirby Smart at the University of Georgia

3. Chip Kelly at UCLA

2. Terry Bowden at the University of Louisiana at Monroe

1. Sonny Dykes at Texas Christian University (TCU)

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Gary Patterson Nick Saban at the University of Alabama Bret Bielema at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign Jimbo Fisher at Texas A&M

[lazorcrab]

Finally Friday | New Yearz Mix 2025 (Part 1/5)

Ring in the new year with this special edition of Finally Friday! This is part one of Finally Friday New Yearz Mix 2025, a five part mix, featuring most of the music that was played on Finally Friday this past year. That's a total of almost 200 songs and almost 13 hours of music!

Check out parts two & three:

https://www.tumblr.com/lazorcrab/771253191276953600/finally-friday-new-yearz-mix-2025-part-25

https://www.tumblr.com/lazorcrab/771333687908368384/finally-friday-new-yearz-mix-2025-part-35

Watch the visualizer for this and all my past & future mixes on YouTube or listen on SoundCloud, and be sure to subscribe or follow to join the Finally Friday Gang!

Tracklist: 1. Juvenile & Mannie Fresh - Party 2. David Guetta & MORTEN - Something To Hold On To (feat. Clementine Douglas) 3. Martin Garrix & Mesto - Breakaway (feat. WILHELM) 4. Aluna & Paul Woolford - Heatstroke 5. Sydney Blu - Give It Up For Me (2024 Edit) 6. Dr. Dre & LL Cool J - Zoom (Damaskus Dub) 7. Nicky Romero - Bass Down Low 8. Vicetone - Celebate 9. Pete Rock & CL Smooth - They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.) (Kiinjo Version) 10. R Plus & Dido - My Boy (MEDUZA Remix) 11. Chaka Khan - Ain't Nobody (Kronan Remix) 12. Steve Angello - Freedom (feat. Pusha T) (Body Ocean Remix) 13. Who's Who? - Not So Dirty (HIISAK Remix) 14. Oden & Fatzo - Observatory 15. Naughty by Nature - Hip Hop Hooray (Alex Defyre VIP Mix) 16. Chris Stussy & Moby - Go 17. ScHoolboy Q - Man Of The Year (Proppa Edit) 18. Becky Hill & Sonny Fodera - Never Be Alone 19. Kendrick Lamar - peekaboo (feat. AzChike) 20. LL Cool J - Murdergram Deux (feat. Eminem) 21. Barry Can't Swim - Woman 22. Future, Metro Boomin, & The Weeknd - We Still Don't Trust You 23. Jungle - Dominoes 24. Trinidad James - All Gold Everything (Remix) (feat. T.I., Young Jeezy, & 2 Chainz) 25. Kendrick Lamar - tv off (feat. Lefty Gunplay) 26. Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us (DOOMZ Extended Edit) 27. Kendrick Lamar - hey now (feat. Dody6) 28. FISHER & Flowdan - Boost Up 29. salute & Jessie Ware - Heaven In Your Arms 30. Julien Fade & Nu-La - Breathe in the Blue 31. Zerb & Sofiya Nzau - Mwaki (Tiësto's VIP Mix) 32. KREAM - Where Are You Tonight 33. Sexyy Red - Get It Sexyy (Secret Menu Flip) 34. Billy Ocean - Caribbean Queen (Mochakk & HAAS Remix) 35. DJ Vibe & DJ Define - Work 36. SCRIPT - On The Low 37. Snap! - Rhythm Is A Dancer (Mike Morrisey's Driving Edit) 38. Drake - Rich Baby Daddy (feat. Sexyy Red & SZA) (Goshfather Remix)

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 8.18

Beer Birthdays

Don Feinberg (1955)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Roberto Clemente; Pittsburgh Pirates RF (1934)

Denis Leary; comedian, actor (1958)

Meriwether Lewis; explorer (1774)

Enoch Light; bandleader (1905)

Robert Redford; actor (1937)

Famous Birthdays

Brian Michael Bendis; author/illustrator (1967)

Elayne Boosler; comedian (1952)

Vincent Bugliosi; attorney (1934)

Rosalynn Carter; 41st US First Lady (1927)

Nathan Clifford; U.S. Supreme Court justice (1803)

Virginia Dare; 1st child of English parents born in America (1587)

Max Factor; cosmetics manufacturer (1904)

Marshall Field; department store founder (1834)

Gail Fisher; actress (1935)

Marvin Isley; R&B bass player and songwriter (1953)

Rafer Johnston; olympic decathlon athlete (1935)

Curtis Jones; blues pianist and singer (1906)

Nicole Krauss; novelist (1974)

Marko Marulić; Croatian poet (1450)

Luc Montagnier; French virologist (1932)

Martin Mull; comedian, actor (1943)

Edward Norton; actor (1969)

Nettie Palmer; Australian poet (1885)

Roman Polanski; film director, rapist (1933)

Carl Rungius; German-American painter (1869)

Antonio Salieri; classical composer (1750)

Andy Samberg; comedian, actor (1978)

Christian Slater; actor (1969)

Madeleine Stowe; actor (1958)

Patrick Swayze; actor (1952)

Brook Taylor; English mathematician (1685)

Sonny Til; R&B singer (1928)

Alfred Wallis; English painter (1855)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner; actor (1970)

Caspar Weinberger; politician (1917)

Grant Williams; actor (1931)

Shelley Winters; actor (1922)

Bob Woodruff; journalist (1961)

[soulmusicsongs]

Hurting - Sonny Fisher (I'm Going (All The Way) / Hurting, 1967)

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on my 90's Fest Movie 🎥 marathon...Wild America (1997) on classic DVD 📀! #movie #movies #actionadventure #wildamerica #stoufferbrothers #jonathantaylorthomas #DevonSawa #martystouffer #scottbairstow #FrancesFisher #markstouffer #JameySheridan #DannyGlover #zackward #traceywalter #sonnyshroyer #dvd #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas3rdannual90sfest

[palmviewfm]

mw counterparts?

this  list  got  a  little  bit  longer  than  anticipated.  as  there's  soooooo  many  counterparts  to  consider  choosing  from  !  so,  i  put  it  under  a  read  more  for  you  !

counterparts:  monica  geller, ross geller, joey  tribbiani,  chandler bing, janice litman, mike hannigan, ursula buffay, aria  montgomery,  emily  fields,  spencer  hastings,  mona  vanderwaal,  alison  dilaurentis,  caleb  rivers,  maya  st  germain,  toby  cavanaugh,  betty  cooper,  veronica  lodge,  cheryl  blossom,  archie  andrews,  reggie  mantle,  toni  topaz,  tabitha  tate,  quinn  fabray,  rachel  berry,  brittany  pierce,  olivia  baker,  layla  keating,  jordan  baker,  jaymee, spencer  james,  lucas  scott,  peyton  sawyer, brooke  davis,  quinn  james,  julian  baker,  anna taggaro, rachel  gatina,  blair  waldorf,  serena  van  der  woodsen,  dan  humphrey,  nate  archibald,  callie  adams  foster,  mariana  foster,  buffy  summers,  willow  rosenberg,  tara mclay, kendra young, faith  lehane,  cordelia  chase,  heather  mcnamara,  marissa  cooper,  summer  roberts,  seth  cohen,  angel, anya jenkins, ryan  atwood,  taylor  townsend,  elena  gilbert,  caroline  forbes,  bonnie  bennett,  stefan  salvatore, anna zhu, enzo  st  john,  sandy  olson,  betty  rizzo,  frenchy,  danny  zuko,  marty, jan, sonny,  jackie  burkhart,  donna  pinciotti,  eric  forman,  laurie  forman,  belly  conklin,  sloane  peterson,  ferris  bueller,  duckie  dale,  bianca  stratford,  kat  stratford,  patrick  verona,  mia thermopolis, sabrina spellman, harvey kinkle, libby chessler, barbie  roberts,  ken  carson,  jenna  rink,  allie  hamilton,  noah  calhoun,  brandon  walsh,  david  silver,  brenda  walsh,  kelly  taylor,  donna  martin,  conrad  fisher,  jeremiah  fisher,  steven  cokin,  taylor  jewel,  sarah  cameron,  jj  maybank,  john  b  routledge,  kiara  carerra,  pope  heywood,  cleo, topper  thornton,  prue  halliwell,  paige  matthews,  piper  halliwell,  phoebe  halliwell,  meredith  grey,  arizona  robbins,  jackson  avery,  callie  torres,  april  kepner,  derek  shephard,  alex  karev,  cristina  yang,  lizzie  stevens,  callie  torres,  jo  wilson,  addison  montgomery,  lexi  grey,  atticus  lincoln,  nancy  drew,  lucy  grey,  sam  montgomery,  austin  ames,  jen  lindley,  pacey  witter,  dawson  leery,  katherine  pierce,  rebekah  mikaelson,  hayley  marshall,  tatum  riley,  sidney  prescott,  casey  becker,  tara  carpenter,  samantha  carpenter,  beca  mitchell,  chloe  beale,  jessica  day,  winston schmidt, cece  parekh, laney  boggs,  dewey  riley,  gale  weathers,  georgina  sparks,  elle  woods,  francesca  bridgerton,  daphne  bridgerton,  penelope  featherington,  sookie  stackhouse,  karen  smith,  regina  george,  gretchen  weiners,  janis  ian,  cady  heron,  aaron  samuels,  dj  tanner,  stephanie  tanner,  marcia  brady,  cindy  brady,  greg  brady,  carrie  bradshaw,  cher  horowitz,  kirby  reed,  jim  halpert,  michael  scott,  kelly  kapoor,  pam  beesly,  peter  parker,  mary  jane  watson,  analise  keating,  olivia  pope,  tony  stonem,  effy  stonem,  joey  donner,  john  bender,  allison  argent,  scott  mccall,  lydia  martin,  olive  penderghast,  maggie  greene,  marty  mcfly,  bella  swan,  alice  cullen,  charlie  swan,  emmett  cullen,  jacob  black,  carlisle  cullen,  esme  cullen,  jane  volturi,  morticia  addams,  donna  and  sophie  sheridan,  lorraine  banes,  jennifer  parker,  sam  winchester,  luke  danes,  dean  forester,  tristan  dugray,  lane  kim,  paris  geller,  logan  huntzberger,  jeanie  bueller,  simon  basset,  kate  sharma,  colin  bridgerton,  shiv  roy,  gerri  kellman,  roman  roy,  olivia  benson,  clary  fray,  isabelle  lightwood,  jace  herondale,  simon  lewis,  daphne  blake,  shaggy  rogers,  velma  dinkley,  fred  jones,  cinderella, ariel, tiana, jasmine, tom  wambsgans,  kendall  roy,  greg  hirsch,  lestat  de  lioncourt,  louis  de  point  du  lac,  and  claudia  !

[nuriaredgrave]

Prompt #22: Fulsome

Dane's nameday was just around the corner and with only a few days to spare, Nuria was in a rush to find a gift. He'd gone up and down the markets of nearly every city for the past week and so far found nothing that felt right for her. However, here in Mor Dhona, it seemed he finally found the perfect thing.

An elaborate stall sat before Nuria, decorated with all manner of seafaring knicknacks and trinkets. Fishing nets, seashells, the works. Behind the counter was an old fisherman, hunched over on a stool with a toothy grin. He gestured to the curious Dragoon, "Come have a look lad, may have somethin' here that suits yer fancy!" The man looked about as old as the sea itself, so Nuria figured he must know what he's on about.

The fisherman took his time painstakingly showing Nuria every item he had on offer and explaining what each one was for. Truthfully, most of it went in one ear and out the other, but nonetheless Nuria knew exactly what he wanted now. He pointed at a beautiful ruby-colored fishing rod with glistening gold trim, "How much for that one, gramps?" The ancient angler looked Nuria up and down and scratched his chin, likely gauging what sort of money a man like him would even have. "Ye can take it off me hands fer 10,000 gil. 'Fraid it's the lowest I can go, sonny."

Nuria thought it over. He really had no eye for things like this, so for all he knew 10,000 was a steal. But what if it got damaged over the course of delivery? Anything's possible, after all. Maybe it was best to get an extra just in case. As the fisher took the rod off its rack, Nuria chimed in, "'Scuse me pops, you got another I could get as well?" The fisherman smiled, of course he wasn't gonna turn down more gil. "How many are ye lookin' to buy, lad? Got plenty of 'em in stock."

"Hmm...I'll take seven." Nuria replied. The old man's jaw dropped, practically drooling over the profit he was about to rake in. He eagerly wrapped up Nuria's goods and took his payment. "Ye takin' all this with ye? Or would ye like it delivered?" he asked. Nuria handed him a slip of paper with Dane's address, "Send it here, thanks. Oh, and could you have a note left with it too? Happy Nameday to a real catch of a friend. That should be good, I think. See it's like a pun 'cause of the fishing rods and the.."

Nuria kept trailing off for a while before the angler chimed in, "Alright lad, alright. I get it. It'll be at yer pal's door in two day's time. Happy doin' business with ye!" Nuria nodded and went on his way.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Space Oddity

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (Fab Five)

Summary: Garth grew up in a carnival freakshow, and he never thought about the world outside the glass walls of the Aquarium until a group of kids befriended him. Their love and interest in finding his people might be the key to escaping the silent horrors of his home life at the carnival.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Garth of Shayeris, Donna Troy, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Original Character(s)

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tags: Carnival AU, Developing Friendships, Rescue, 60's AU, 70's AU, No Capes AU, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Childhood Trauma, Lies, Escape, Childhood Memories, Team Bonding, Fish out of Water, Tiny Garth, Beaches, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Road Trip, First Person POV, POV Garth of Shayeris

Chapter Two: Tapped Glass

I saw the little girl the day after we met, but she wasn’t with the older girl. She was with Fisher, and she carried two little baskets with her. I watched as Fisher and the little girl spoke to each other, and he escorted her up the stepladder. He’d never done that before. She looked to Fisher for reassurance, and he nodded, gesturing for her to go. She waved at me from the top of the ladder as she dropped a basket into the water. I didn’t grab it right away. I swam behind my cave and broke off a piece of blue microalgae to give to her. I didn’t poke my head above the water. But I got to feel her hand. I hesitated a moment before letting go and opening my basket. She’d gifted me a basket of big strange-colored apples. I’d never had an apple that color before.

She opened her basket and ate an apple of her own. She gave me the go-ahead, and I bit into mine. It was the sweetest, juiciest apple I’d ever eaten. I sank to the bottom of the tank and sat cross-legged across from her eating it. I’ll never forget that moment. I’ll never forget the little girl in her red flower dress and her big strange-colored apple. I was still hungry from missing supper despite having breakfast, so the apple filled my belly enough to put a smile on my face. I only ate one apple, though. It felt selfish to keep them all to myself, so I decided to stash away the rest for the others at dinnertime. She politely wrapped her apple in a napkin afterward, and I copied her by wrapping my apple in kelp. She giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. I never noticed the flash of cameras. I only saw the pictures a few months after she’d gone when the Aquarium got more crowded than it should’ve been for fall. Fisher yanked me out of the tank in the early morning and showed me myself and the girl on the cover of a magazine.

I was still shaking from being fished out of the tank in the middle of my sleep. I couldn’t hear Fisher, but he popped a cherry sour into my mouth. I smiled at the taste. I rarely received candy, so I knew I must’ve done something spectacular. “We’re keeping lunch in the tank, Fishy,” Fisher smiled.

“Could I have another?” I asked.

“Have the whole bag, Fishy,” Fisher grinned as he gave me the small candy pouch.

“Did you get candy for the others?” I questioned. Fisher nodded.

“This is all yours-.”

Howard, the clown, stormed in. I could tell he was upset because his makeup ran down his face. “Fisher! My act-.”

“What about your act, Howard?” Fisher asked.

“This isn’t something I should say in front of Fish. You can’t expect me to relay such painful-.”

“Howard! I’ll cover the kid’s ears. Just say it!” Fisher shouted as he took my candy and dropped me into the tank. I swam out of sight to the other side of the Aquarium to listen without being seen. “What is it, Howie?”

“Sonny is dead,” Howard whispered.

Fisher sighed. “That is a problem…” Fisher sucked his teeth. “You wanna use Fishy? We could put some of that waterproof makeup on him.”

“What about his show in the tank?” Howard asked.

“You’ll do your show in here with him… You can use him for a morning show and an afternoon show. Can you handle going solo in between the morning and afternoon stuff?” Fisher asked.

“He’ll be okay with that?” Howard asked.

Howard left, and Fisher walked around the Aquarium, searching for me. I poked my head above the water, and Fisher whistled. I want you to take Sonny’s place for a few days. We’ll close down, so Howie can teach you the routine,” Fisher explained.

I waited for Fisher to climb up the stepladder and pick me up. I wanted to tell him I was scared. I wanted to tell him I didn’t want to do it. Instead, I asked a single question. “What about today?”

He returned my candy to me and rubbed my back. “Today, we operate like normal. I want you to play the same as you always do. Can you do that for me?” Fisher asked. I nodded. For reasons I couldn’t comprehend, I was Fisher’s special boy for that short time.

And I met a special boy too! He came in the early morning with a man and woman with a camera and a pointy hat like Howard wore as Giggles. He approached the tank when he saw me and waved as if we were longtime friends. I smiled and waved. He said something, and I tapped my ears. He tapped his camera and pointed at me. No one ever asked for permission to photograph me before. I nodded and let him take pictures of me, and the man and woman said something before he turned to them. The man took pictures of the woman, the boy, and me. Then, he followed me around my tank. I swam faster and let him chase me around the Aquarium until I swam face-first into the glass. My nose gushed blood, startling me, and I swam behind a cluster of sea plants so he couldn't see me crying. He stood close to the glass and said something, and I tapped my ears, explaining that I couldn't hear him.

He held his finger up, and I nodded. He turned to the man and woman while I held my nose. The woman gave him a writing pad, and he scrawled something. He held the pad up to the glass. The words read, "Can you read?" I nodded. None of the guests tried communicating with me while I was in the tank. He wrote something else. "Are you okay? I'm sorry you hurt your face."

I gave him a thumb's up. "What's your name? My name is Wally."

I fogged up the glass and spelled my name. Wally cocked his head, and the lady held a mirror to the glass before saying something. He nodded.

"My uncle wants someone to check your nose. Is that okay?"

I nodded. It still hurt and wouldn't stop bleeding. Fisher came and tapped the glass with one finger. Morse code. “Hurt?” Fisher asked.

“Yes,” I tapped in reply.

“Want Doc?” Fisher asked.

“No,” I replied.

Fisher smiled at me before turning toward Wally and his family. Wally came toward the glass and wrote something else before scribbling it out. After a while of him doing that, he finally held a message to the glass. “I like you a lot. I’m coming back tomorrow.”

I wrote in the glass again. “Can’t wait!” The woman held her mirror to my message. Wally grinned. He waved at me, and I waved back.

Once he was out of sight, I said his name to myself. “Wally.” I twirled in the water until I made my own small tornado.