Golden Roses ★

Part Forty: Club Blitz

July, 17th, 1987.

It was a hot Monday. David was excited and happy that day. David and I rode a limousine through the streets of London.

It was quite restless on the streets of London, all people were walking the streets in pretty crazy clothes. Weird make-up and unusual outfits. David looked at me, "In fact, I've looked like that years ago." David said when he was a little embarrassed. "You looked different than those people." I chuckled.

Everyone who danced, walked, and ran in the street looked amazed. Of course they thought why that strange limousine just drove through the streets.

David peered curiously out the window. "Stop here driver, I'd like to explore this." David said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. My eyebrows flew up, "Here in this madhouse? Stay here!" I said as I pulled David's arm.

"Honey, please come along, it's going to be fun!" David smiled. The limousine had stopped. David put on his sunglasses, the driver opened David's door.

The people who went around the club acted like they had never seen a human being. Of course they don't expect David Bowie to be in front of the club all at once.

David grabbed my hand to help me get out. It became a huge chaos all around us. "Nice people. Let's go have a drink." David tugged at my hand. I had the feeling that this was not such a good idea, but after a while I got used to it.

We walked in and walked through the long hallways. Half the people ran after us. "Bowie Bowie Bowie!" Everyone was shouting, David ignored them and kept on hopping along.

A little while later they arrived at the bar, "Two glasses of vodka, please." David said as he put 20 coins on the bar. The bartender tossed the coins into the cash drawer and walked over to the large liquor bottles built into the wall. "Please." Said the barman as he put down the two glasses.

Suddenly a pale boy, with short bleached hair and black-drawn eyebrows, entered the bar. David looked at the strange guest. "You look sick." David said as he took a sip. I nudged David's wrist. "You wouldn't say that, let him!" I whispered.

"A glass of elpicu, please." The lad's voice seemed worn out, suddenly he blinked and raised his head looked to the right and saw David sitting and looking at him. He almost fell off his stool and put his hand over his mouth. "No, you're not... What, am I dreaming?" He said shocked.

David held his wrist to keep him upright. "Are you okay?" David asked as he looked the drawer in the eye. "That's, all right, I'm just dreaming." The boy stuttered.

"I know you from somewhere." David raised his eyebrow. "I am nobody anymore. Nobody likes me, loves me and abandons me like a stray dog." The boy burst into tears.

David took a good look at the boy, "I've met you before, I think. Aren't you, aren't you Boy George?" David asked, he suddenly had a face that shows that he has pity.

It was indeed true, it was Boy George. "Wait, I'm still half asleep. You're DAVID BOWIE?" George asked with a smile. David nodded, "I've since found out that I've been here in the early eighties and I've shaken your hand, but George, you look sick and sad, shouldn't you go home?" David asked again.

George shook his head, "I had to be here, this place has been closed for almost seven years. So I thought if I come here again, maybe I'll see some old friends again. But so far, to them I'm a stranger." George's voice dropped, as if he were getting emotional.

"How unfair life is sometimes, isn't it? I remember you as a spontaneous nice boy, you were about 18 or 19 years old at the time." Said David, when he had a whole conversation