Creative Writing: Bill Klein And The Perfect Crime
Agent William Klein listened intently, the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck
standing at attention. He knew at that instant that he discovered the Perfect Crime. Smiling, he
nodded his head, and turned off the recorder. He heard enough. The Final Detail clinched it.
Grabbing the phone, his heart palpitating in his chest, he took a deep breath and dialed the
number to the Home Office. "This is it, my big break," he thought, "The boys back home have to
take notice of me now. Yep, pretty soon, everyone will be talking about Bill Klein and the
Perfect Crime."
Lost in his reverie, he missed the instructions of the automatic greeter and waited for
them to start again, adding to his anxiety, his heart pounding harder. Was it 3 or …show more content…
"Damn." Out of frustration he hits "0" and hopes for the best. When a human
voice answers, he says, "This is Agent Bill Klein in Sacramento. Get me the Big Guy. I found
something. Something big."
"I'm sorry, he is in a meeting, would you like his voice mail?"
"No, I don't want his voice mail. I need to talk to him. I'm telling you this is big, real big."
"Can I give you to his assistant?"
"No!" Slamming his fist on the desk, he takes a deep breath, and through clenched teeth
calmly says, "Listen to me carefully. I do not want his voice mail. I do not want his assistant. I
want him, now. I don't care who he is with, this is the biggest thing I have ever encountered and I
need him."
Within two hours, Agent Klein is on the next flight to L.A. After listening to only a
minute of the recording the Big Guy advised him that this was too big to deal with in
Sacramento, he and that recording were to get to L.A., pronto. As the Big Guy promised, there
was a car outside the office within the hour. There would be another car waiting for him in L.A.
to take him directly to the Home …show more content…
...You bet I'm gonna ... make it. ... I've been
waiting ... for this day ... my whole life ... Not gonna let a little ... heartburn ... stop me."
***
Agent Whittaker picked up the L.A. Variety at the newsstand outside the Home Office of
the A-1 Talent Agency. His face beams as he reads the cover story --
The Perfect Crime Revealed
"New sensation, The Perfect Crime, hits #1 in record time with
their first release, The Last Detail. Discovered by Agent John
Whittaker of the A-1 Talent Agency, this all American boy band
is sure to be the BIGGEST thing ever out of Sacramento, CA ..."
"Discovered by John Whittaker, huh?" Agent Whittaker looked up over the paper at the
Big Guy, who asked the question. "Funny, I seem to recall a Bill Klein......"
Agent Whittaker winked. "Poor Klein, couldn't take the pressure of big time L.A., had a
heart attack right before my eyes. Lucky for us, I got his briefcase with the recording in it before
the paramedics carted him off to the morgue."
The Big Guy returned the wink. "Lucky for us, indeed. I had him up here so fast, he didn't
even have time to go home and tell the wife about it. I guess no one will ever know that Agent
Klein had anything to do with The Perfect
standing at attention. He knew at that instant that he discovered the Perfect Crime. Smiling, he
nodded his head, and turned off the recorder. He heard enough. The Final Detail clinched it.
Grabbing the phone, his heart palpitating in his chest, he took a deep breath and dialed the
number to the Home Office. "This is it, my big break," he thought, "The boys back home have to
take notice of me now. Yep, pretty soon, everyone will be talking about Bill Klein and the
Perfect Crime."
Lost in his reverie, he missed the instructions of the automatic greeter and waited for
them to start again, adding to his anxiety, his heart pounding harder. Was it 3 or …show more content…
"Damn." Out of frustration he hits "0" and hopes for the best. When a human
voice answers, he says, "This is Agent Bill Klein in Sacramento. Get me the Big Guy. I found
something. Something big."
"I'm sorry, he is in a meeting, would you like his voice mail?"
"No, I don't want his voice mail. I need to talk to him. I'm telling you this is big, real big."
"Can I give you to his assistant?"
"No!" Slamming his fist on the desk, he takes a deep breath, and through clenched teeth
calmly says, "Listen to me carefully. I do not want his voice mail. I do not want his assistant. I
want him, now. I don't care who he is with, this is the biggest thing I have ever encountered and I
need him."
Within two hours, Agent Klein is on the next flight to L.A. After listening to only a
minute of the recording the Big Guy advised him that this was too big to deal with in
Sacramento, he and that recording were to get to L.A., pronto. As the Big Guy promised, there
was a car outside the office within the hour. There would be another car waiting for him in L.A.
to take him directly to the Home …show more content…
...You bet I'm gonna ... make it. ... I've been
waiting ... for this day ... my whole life ... Not gonna let a little ... heartburn ... stop me."
***
Agent Whittaker picked up the L.A. Variety at the newsstand outside the Home Office of
the A-1 Talent Agency. His face beams as he reads the cover story --
The Perfect Crime Revealed
"New sensation, The Perfect Crime, hits #1 in record time with
their first release, The Last Detail. Discovered by Agent John
Whittaker of the A-1 Talent Agency, this all American boy band
is sure to be the BIGGEST thing ever out of Sacramento, CA ..."
"Discovered by John Whittaker, huh?" Agent Whittaker looked up over the paper at the
Big Guy, who asked the question. "Funny, I seem to recall a Bill Klein......"
Agent Whittaker winked. "Poor Klein, couldn't take the pressure of big time L.A., had a
heart attack right before my eyes. Lucky for us, I got his briefcase with the recording in it before
the paramedics carted him off to the morgue."
The Big Guy returned the wink. "Lucky for us, indeed. I had him up here so fast, he didn't
even have time to go home and tell the wife about it. I guess no one will ever know that Agent
Klein had anything to do with The Perfect