Disclaimer: Thunderbirds do not belong to me they belong to Gerry and Sylvia Anderson. I do not own any of the character(s) or vehicles. I am not making any money with this story. I am just writing because I like to write, plus I am a fan of the Thunderbirds.
Author's Note: This has been on my mind for a while and it won't leave me alone until I wrote it down. I am not sure how it's going to go.
Thunderbirds: A Composer's Paradise
By: Isabelle Kirkland
Prologue
John Tracy who stood at the podium at the front of the room was dressed in a black tuxedo looked out at the crowd. He couldn't believe that he was here. He dreamt of this moment, for a long time. Too bad his family wasn't there to share that moment with him. They all had a hand in helping him written his latest book. The book was non-fiction about his family before International Rescue.
He saw his girlfriend Rebecca who wore a beautiful lavender dress, her long brown hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. John looked at her. She was the loveliest lady in the audience. She sat at a table reserved for his family. She held his gaze for a moment before a waiter tapped her on the shoulder. She was the chef that cater this event, but she was there as his girlfriend tonight. She had let other person handle, being chef today. He saw Rebecca turned to the waiter and started to talk to him. He cleared his throat to get everyone attention.
"First I have to say thank you for this honor. I am glad to be here. I want to let you all know, that it is a pleasure to be chosen for this award. I know that you all know about my family and the rough couple of months that we had." John said, as he started to think back a couple of months ago. This started with a simple joke that Gordon and Alan played on Virgil, which landed him in the hospital.