Canadian Haven

Chapter 57
J.P. woke in the posh surroundings of the newly renovated Hotel Fort Garry. One of Canada's grand railway hotels, it was just one block from Union Station. At a glance, in camera view it was The Plaza of New York or, more importantly, Chateau Laurier. Todays' scenes would take place in a three-way combination using this hotel as both the Fort Garry and the Laurier.
J.P. heard a knock at the door with a voice quietly threading through the heavy door, "Room Service."
He got out of bed, donned the hotel robe and haphazardly dashed his open fingers through his sleep tousled hair. He opened the door and received the tray, already FEELING the movie scene with old trolley and uniformed server.
J.P.'s sleep had been creating the scene from all angles. He had read Paul Hemps' 'My Week as a room- service waiter at the Ritz' just before falling asleep and his creative hum was cross-checking information, always imagining for film-worthy creativity.
He closed the door, after tipping, of course, and went to sit in the chair where his coffee and newspaper had been placed at his behest.
"Behest?" he mumbled to himself. "Who do I think I am? The Earl of Athlone, that's who," he puffed out his chest.
The front page story was called 'Her haven from war's horrors' with a story that was so timely for his movie, he was speechless.
There was a rapid knock on the door and J.P. got up to open the door, newspaper in hand. He barely had the door open a crack when Jayne, Don, and Calvin burst in, Jayne carrying a copy of the local newspaper as well.
"You won't believe this," Jayne started.
"Oh yes, I will," J.P. stated, waving his newspaper in the air.
"We are totally in-step. This film is going to be epic if this continues," Jayne fairly well glowed with triumph.