Chapter 1: The Rainbow Connection
Clark Kent was relaxing in his family farm as he played a banjo and relaxed.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard
and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
As Clark finished singing, he heard a voice call out for help. He walked up to the large river beside his house and looked as a man came by on a boat.
"This is a serious call for help here!" The man shouted out. "You with the banjo!"
"Yeah?" Clark asked. "What do you need?"
"I have lost my sense of direction!" The man said.
"Have you tried Harry Fisher?" Clark asked.
"No, I mean I'm really lost." The man said.
"So where do you wanna go?" Clark asked.
"Out of this state." The man said. "I've gotta catch a plane."
"Oh." Clark said. "So you need to find the airport. It's just downstream."
"Thank you." The man said.
"Just watch out for the alligators." Clark warned.
"Right." The man said. "Wait, alligators?! Did you say alligators?"
"Read my lips." Scott said plainly. "Alligators."
"It's just that I'm not used to alligators where I'm from." The man said. "You see, I'm an agent from Hollywood."
"Hollywood?!" Clark said in awe. "Did you say Hollywood?!"
"Read my lips kid." The man said. "Hollywood. You know. The dream town. Hey, don't you ever see the movies."
"Oh yeah." Clark said. "There's a double feature in town every Friday."
"Hey, wait a minute." The agent said. "There's an ad in here that you should be very interested in."
The agent opened a paper and turned to a quarter page ad with the WD logo on it.
"'WD studios announces open auditions for people seeking to become rich and famous.'" Clark read. It sounded interesting, but it didn't sound like Clark's cup of tea. "Thanks anyway, but I'm really quite happy here."
"Oh, if I were you, I'd definitely consider this audition very carefully." The man said quickly. "You've got talent kid. I heard you singing. Come on. You could make millions of people happy."
"Millions of people happy?" Clark asked.
"That's right." The agent said. "If you ever come to Hollywood, look me up."
The agent then handed Clark a card.
"The name's Jack Kirby." Jack said.
"Well, you better get moving to catch that plane, Mr. Kirby." Clark said. "Well... See you in the movies."
Jack Kirby smiled and rowed off.
Clark then chewed on what Jack Kirby said.
"I'd miss this old place but... Millions of people happy." Clark sighed.
He knew what to do. He got his bike out of the shed, made sure he had money in his pocket, and rowed off.
Hooray! Clark's beginning his journey!
