Phil drove to the hotel where the concert was held.
He ran his hand through his untamed hair and checked the skies.
Not a cloud in site.
Phil sighed, now, in this condition, that wasn't a good thing.
Ever since he decided to elect President Franklin D. Roosevelt as new president, he was beginning to have second thoughts of his decision.
"Well, what's done is done." He said to himself.
Phil parked the old dusty truck he owned and went inside the posh building.
His footsteps echoed in the quiet lobby.
Phil made his way up the stairs to the ballroom.
In there he saw her.
The very beautiful Keely Teslow.
She was a very famous performer and a very rich one too.
Many men had had their eye on her for a long time, and many proposed a marriage.
But this Keely Teslow was smart.
For she knew it wasn't for love, but for money.
There was a very bad depression spreading across these parts.
The stock market crashed on Black Tuesday, flustering the public.
Many became homeless and had no money or jobs.
But Phil considered him the most unlucky, for his parents died when he was 16 when he and his sister lived in Washington.
Phil used every penny he had to get out of there.
And here he was in Oklahoma, wishing he were back there again.
He hardly had a penny to his name and worked on a farm growing cotton in his little Panhandle shack.
Anyways, he whistled and cheered along with the audience as Keely bowed and left the stage.
He knew how this worked.
She would come out from backstage sooner or later and the men would start drooling.
Phil never got to introduce himself to her quite clearly.
So he was here for that chance.
Keely's POV:
I knew this routine very well.
After I would come offstage, and come out to talk with the audience, men would start gettin' on their knees and say their vows.
I don't know why they do that, but it's probably for the money.
I mean, why not they propose to Shirley Temple?
End POV
Keely walked off stage and came to see the audience.
As she predicted all the men started proposing.
Keely only smiled and shook her head.
As she turned around she bumped into Phil.
"Oh, I'm really sorry."
"Oh, no that's alright, I'm fine," she laughed and stared at her feet.
"Umm... Hi, I'm Phil, Phil Diffy." Phil held out his rough hand.
Keely willingly took it.
"Keely Teslow."
Keely looked around, "Um… Well, it was nice meeting you; I have to go find my parents."
Phil just smiled.
Keely walked away and thought to herself, 'What a nice boy, he ne'er even proposed to me.'
Keely's mother came up to her and said, "Who was that nice young man you were talking to dear?"
"Oh mother, it's just a boy who introduced himself as Phil Diffy."
"Phil Diffy eh? Did he propose to yeh?"
"Mother! Of course not, why would he?"
"Well, maybe you should consider him."
"Mother!"
"I'm just suggesting to you dear, there are hard times here and you must get married soon. Your money and riches won't last long, go and raise a family and support them."
"I will soon mother, just not right now."
"Do as you please, dear."
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After a few hours, Phil decided to leave.
He had no other business here.
As he took a step outside, he saw the sky go pitch black.
'Uh-oh,' He thought.
Phil ran as fast as he could to his truck.
He started it and checked each of his windows to see if they were lined with tape and tightly shut.
Then Phil started the car and drove off.
He knew it wasn't very smart, but he had to get as close to home as ever.
Soon, the dust started rolling in.
It started out light, and then it began to get heavier and heavier.
But Phil was so stubborn and just drove on as slow as possible.
Phil spotted something at the corner of his eye.
He pulled over and peered through the window.
A lady was out of her car on her hands and knees coughing.
Phil quickly got out of his truck and pulled the lady inside the truck.
Phil quickly set her on the dusty seat next to him and started driving.