Blitz Kidz

Chapter 4: Screaming For Attention

( Author's note:
This was a bit of an experimental chapter, where I toyed with the idea of multiple point of views. Let me know what you think, and enjoy! :) )

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Aria's POV

Mary, Delilah, Ann, and I burst into a flurry of flying fists, hair pulling, biting and screaming.
It's not real of course. This is all part of my stupid yet elaborate plan; my band and I will cause a scene, something loud and dramatic which will draw attention to us (such as a fist fight). Marilyn and George will then rush in to break it up after we've got everyone looking at us. That is, if David Bowie doesn't step in first, which we are hoping for.
A crowd has formed around us, chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!".
The audience we've gathered is strangely into our "altercation". At one point, I fall back and nearly smack my head off of a table, but some random chick catches me and helps me back to my feet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch our friends beginning to make their slow weave through the edge of the club-goers. We are fairly close to David, so I can see him too. He remains perched in his seat, looking more curious than concerned.
Mary grabs my hair and yanks my head back while I pretend to swat blindly at her eyes. Delilah and Ann are throwing empty beer bottles at each other and screaming obscenities .
Suddenly, something crashes into me and sends me hurtling to the floor. The last thing I see is the edge of the dias before I hear my own head thud and everything goes dark.
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Marilyn's POV

I see Aria go down in a blur of neon petticoats and hope that was part of the act. But upon closer inspection, it appears she's knocked herself out and is even bleeding a little. Shit! This is just what we need! Hopefully she won't need a doctor, because we can't fucking pay for one!
George and I exchange an anxious glance at each other as the girls freeze in unison.
Well, guess it's time to execute my own plan!
"Get out of my way! That's my friend! MOVE!"
I cry, pushing people aside and rushing to her. Then, as I approach the dias upon which David Bowie himself sits, I "trip" and gracefully swing myself onto his lap.
He startles, ice blue eyes going wide.
"What the hell do you think you're doing"
He says when he finally finds his words.
Steve and Rusty scowl at his side, but I only grace them with a passing glance.
"Oopsie."
I say in the most sensual voice I can muster, throwing in a wink for a bit of added flavor.
David shoves me off with such efficiency, like I'm a rag doll, sending me sprawling to the floor. That's fine, I've always liked my men a little rough anyway!
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George's POV

Aria begins to stir while Marilyn makes a spectacle of himself. Good, she's alright.
Ann is crying, apparently she's the one who knocked her down on accident with her wheelchair.
Mary comforts her as Delilah blots at Aria's bloody nose with a napkin.
I don't know what to do, so I just kinda stand there like an idiot. That is, until Marilyn topples to the ground right at my feet. A howl of laughter bursts from my mouth as he gets back up, making a show of dusting off his ass.
" Another stunt like that, and you're fired!" Steve growls, his painted eyebrows furrowed.
" Darling, you can't afford to fire me and you know it."
Marilyn retorts, staring him up and down.
"Then I'll take care of ye' myself!"
Rusty begins to rise from his seat, until Bowie speaks.
"Look, the girl lives."
We all turn our attention to Aria, who is now sitting up with a 'what the hell just happened' look on her face.
"You two, help her up"
He says, motioning to Steve and Rusty. They grab under her arms and swiftly pull her upright. She thanks them, but abruptly pushes them away.
"Oh honey, look at your hair! Let me fix that."
Marilyn says, smoothing out her now tousled do.
"Are you alright dear?"
Bowie chimes, finally stepping off the platform and placing a hand on her shoulder. Her jaw drops briefly, but she composes herself quick.
"Peachy."
She playfully rolls her eyes and pats his hand. Finally, my words come back to me.
"Yes, as I imagine one would be after taking a nose dive onto a dirty concrete floor."
Bowie gives me a once-over, just now realizing my existence.
"You look like my friend Klaus Nomi."
"I beg to differ, I look like myself!"
I say it like I actually know who that is.
Everyone glares at me, except for Bowie who just appears amused.
"I like this one"
Hearing him say.
that is probably the highlight of my life! I'm once again speechless.
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Aria's POV

After the events of tonight, we walk home together in the pouring rain. We hardly note it though, having just been in the presence of David Bowie.
"You really threw yourself onto his lap? That's one way to make a first impression, I suppose."
I say, admiring Marilyn's bravery.
" I always go for bold!"
He giggles, hands on his swaying hips.
"Not even David Bowie can put Marilyn in his place!"
George scoffs.
"Oh hush, you're just jealous you didn't think to do it yourself!"
We all laugh at that.
As our footsteps echo into the night, exhaustion nips at our heels. Though I doubt any of us will be able to sleep!
What an experience that was! The feeling of Bowie's hand on my shoulder still lingers, as if it's really still there.
As we approach the squat, reality seems to come back to us like a slap in the face.
This is our real life. Our Bowieless real life.
Still, I'll probably be on cloud nine for the rest of mine