Yesterday, the dental technician at my dentist’s office asked me to reschedule an appointment to have a tooth capped. I had already done that once. But yesterday, when I was required to answer Covid-related questions, one question was, “Have you had contact within the past 14 days with anyone known to be positive for the virus?”
I had to answer truthfully – yes, I had. Ten days earlier, I was on stage with an actor named Fred who was the lead and who was playing my son in a production of the old Victorian farce, “Charley’s Aunt”. We were scheduled to open a few days after that. In fact, two days after that, the director called to say that our opening was being rescheduled ahead two weeks.
Fred had tested positive for Covid 19 infection.
I myself have already had my third Pfizer booster shot. I was not too concerned. However, I did go to my own doctor’s office that Saturday to get a Covid test.
It was negative.
I have been taking advantage of the schedule change by completing my director’s cut of my full-length, independent musical parody of the classic Hollywood zombie films titled, “Veil of Secrecy 2020” of which, the first of four episodes is now playing on my Wistia account under The Lemon Aid Network.
And then, I received a text message from my fellow director, Beverly Wilson. It was simple.
“Fred died.”
And I am devastated. That beautiful young Black man had been a success at so many endeavors – was a licensed real estate broker, was an emerging talent as an actor and had already agreed to play a part on our new LAN Television series, “Watching Over Me.”
Dead.
That is how I feel.
Dead.
James M. Kemp, October 22, 2021