A Groovy Cool Adventure - GCA Part 1

“Can’t she stop? Please, she's driving me crazy!”

Mike wondered why Janine had to come to the karaoke bar every single night. He couldn’t understand why she wanted to make a fool of herself every single night. A very high-pitched screeching sound made him cringe and frown.

“Wow! I thought it was impossible for any human being to produce such a horrible, ear-piercing sound.”​

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Unaware of the murderous looks that Mike was throwing at her from behind the bar, Janine went on singing one of her favourite songs, even though it was sounding like a brand new song. Poor Janine! She couldn’t sing at all, but she came to the karaoke bar every night, and she always sang as many songs as she managed to. Why? Nobody knew. People started calling her “Crazy Singer”, but she didn’t care.​ Finally, the last chords of the song echoed in the almost empty bar.

“Give me a glass of water, Mike, please.”

“Janine, you always ask me for a glass of water…” started saying Mike.

“OK. Give me some orange juice then. Today I am feeling wild,” said Janine, tossing her head and slapping a man with her hair.​

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“Be careful, madam! You almost made me spill my beer,” said the man next to her.

“Oh, I am sorry,” said Janine. She couldn’t hide her surprised look when she had a clear look of that man. The man had a very thick layer of white make-up on his face; his mouth was painted in deep red and looked bigger, as if the man were permanently smiling widely; and his eyes were a blur of spoilt make-up, with black trails where the man had apparently rubbed his eyes. The effect was quite a distressing one. That was not a funny clown. That was the image of desperation on a clownish make-up.​

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“Oh, I am sorry, sir,” Janine apologised again. “So, you are a clown, right? How nice!”

“No, I am not a clown,” said the clown in an angry voice.

“Oh, but I thought…” started Janine.

“You thought wrong! Can you see any red nose on my face? Eh? Can you? Then I am not a stupid clown!” By now the clown was very angry.

“OK, OK, no need to be so angry. I am sorry for having been so rude. My name is Janine. Who are you?” said Janine, who didn’t like to be around angry people, and that is why she was being friendly.

“My name is Slappy McDeen, and I am a private investigator…”​

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“A private investigator? Indeed!” interrupted Mike, who had been eavesdropping all the time, while pretending to be wiping some glasses. “I have always wanted to be a private investigator! Are you working on any investigation now? Can I help? He was so excited that he dropped some glasses to the floor, where they crashed loudly, startling everybody at the karaoke bar.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You will never help me to do any investigation. You are far too noisy. You shouldn’t say out loud that you want to investigate people,” said Slappy McDeen, with a scornful look at Mike.

“But you also said out loud that you are a private investigator,” pointed out Janine.

“Why don’t you go and sing a song?” said Slappy McDeen, sarcastically.

“Good idea! I will go and sing another one of my favourite songs,” and Janine went happily towards the small stage, among the groans of the rest of customers, who couldn’t believe they had to listen again to Janine and her horrible voice.​