A mystery in St. Louis (a Lackadaisy fanfic)

Performance

After calling the Lackadaisy gang, Francis and Rocky made their way to the business area of the building.

Rocky had entered the residential path to the lounge, finding it was not that big; however, it was well-decorated and looked cozy.

He looked at the wall full of newspaper headlines with Francis' picture on it. He was stuck looking at the same photo that he had in his tree house, the one of her first debut as a singer where she had her hair down and the same angel wings, it was his favorite photo.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Don't think of me as self-centered! My mother likes to cut out any newspaper articles where I appear or the restaurant, she says that they brighten her day to see them," Francis said while pulling Rocky's sleeve, "Come, follow me."

"How sweet, must be nice to have someone to praise your achievements in that way," the boy thought with an aura of sadness.

Francis secretly took him to her dressing room, making sure no one saw them.

"Come, let's take off those wet clothes," Francis said, trying to take off his coat. "Hey now Miss Browne, I thought you had a show to do?" he asked coyly. "Haha," she said dryly, she took his coat and hat. "Look, there is a dressing room over there with a blanket, you can undress yourself while I find you clothes in your size, although it will be somewhat difficult."

Rocky went to a large white screen where his head stuck out, he removed and hung his wet clothes on the divider before grabbing a towel to dry off his fur.

"You're lucky Rocky! One of the musicians who quit left his suit in the dressing room, and he was about your build. Here," Francis exclaimed, leaving his clothes on the screen and turning around so as not to see him.

Rocky took it and started trying it on. It was fairly wide white pants, black shoes, with a white shirt, a greenish-blue vest, and a turquoise silk scarf. The vest was a little tight on his chest, but other than that, the outfit fit him miraculously perfectly.

He came out somewhat shyly from the screen to show the young woman how he looked.

"Oh! How elegant mon ami," said the smiling girl, "I found this jacket that came with the pants, but I see that I will have to make some adjustments for your arms. I need you to put it on while I do some repairs, you can sit in front of my dresser in the meantime."

Rocky, still somewhat shy, sat on the small bench and looked at himself in the mirror. Even though he preferred his usual suit, these clothes didn't look half bad on him. True he knew he would be able to wear this given his livelihood, but at least he felt much more civilized than in that dirty, torn coat he wore when he first met Miss Mitzi and Atlas.

He looked curiously at Francis' things, perfumes, and makeup. 'Is this where she sat every night before performing?' He felt excited.

"Go ahead, you can look but don't break anything," she said with a patient smile as she sat next to him with a needle and a spool of thread.

He took the perfume from her, looked at the bottle carefully, and looked at the pink liquid inside, "What flowers would it smell like? Will you like sweet or citrus aromas? Maybe next time I can give her flowers with a scent similar to his perfume," he thought with a smile.

He was dying to smell the contents.

"Do you want to smell?" he nodded, "I don't if you remember this perfume, but you can smell the essence inside by squeezing this little pad," Francis taught him while she put a little perfume in the air so Rocky could smell the aroma.

"Roses, the next time I can give her flowers they will be roses," The boy thought, delighting in the sweet aroma.

"I see you like it," Francis smiled.