The Domestic Alien and the Human Groupie

Call Them the Diamond Dogs

The girls woke up the next morning to a loud knock on the door. Columbia groaned at the noise as she turned to Magenta and held her while she tried to stay asleep. Magenta sat up in her bed and stretched as she got out of bed. She was careful not to wake Columbia up. Magenta put on a robe and opened the door to see Frank in the doorway.
"Good morning! How did you two sleep?" Frank abruptly walked into the girls room and saw Columbia lying on Magenta's bed in her underwear.
Columbia scrambled to get Magenta's blanket over her.
"Well, I see that you slept with each other," Frank smirked at the girls.
Columbia blushed at this blunt statement.
"Oh yeah, it was great," Magenta smiled playfully at Columbia. She knew how embarrassed Columbia would get so she messed with her a bit.
Columbia's face flushed even more so she hid her face under the blanket so they wouldn't see her embarrassment.
"Yes, and what else did you do last night?" Frank started to interrogate the girls.
"We stayed in here last night," Magenta stated coolly.
"Is that so? Because I heard Eddie's motorcycle," Frank tried to squeeze the truth out if them.
"I didn't hear a motorcycle last night except for when Eddie arrived," Magenta responded.
"Really? I heard your voices last night over the engine. Why don't you explain that, then?" Frank started to become impatient with the girls.
"You could've been falling asleep and you heard some hallucinations of us and the motorcycle," Columbia's voice muffled through the blanket.
Frank tried coming up with an argument, but he realized that she could be right. He was falling asleep when he heard the noises outside and he didn't bother checking what they were.
"Alright, you're off the hook this time, but if I hear you two are breaking out then I'm breaking you," Frank threatened.
Frank walked out of the room as he watched them. He felt as if something wasn't true in what they said. The girls watched as he left and Magenta shut the door behind him when he did. They both have a sigh of relief.
"Okay, we need to get clothes on before we go out there for breakfast," Magenta walked to her closet to get dressed.
They both got dressed and ate breakfast without any complications.
Later on that day, Magenta noticed an ad on Riff Raff's newspaper. She saw the word concert and the name David Bowie. It looks like the concert's tonight. I'm gonna take Columbia, she'd love it! Magenta thought of how she could take Columbia to the Bowie concert without getting caught. She decided hitchhiking would be the best way.
"Columbia?" Magenta called out.
"Yeah, Mags?" Columbia walked to Magenta and hugged her from behind,"What is it?"
"Do you wanna go on another date?" Magenta whispered quietly.
"Where to?" Columbia whispered back.
"I can't tell you yet. You'll have to see until we get there."
Columbia smiled at her. She liked having a surprise.

Later that night.

The girls made sure Frank was asleep and snuck out the front door. Magenta hailed down a car and whispered in the driver's ear from the back seat so Columbia couldn't hear her.
"OK we're almost there," Magenta told Columbia as she put her hands over her eyes.
"Where are you taking me, Mags?" Columbia was itching from the suspense.
Once they arrived at the venue, Magenta removed her hands from her eyes to show Columbia the place. Columbia saw the sign that read "DAVID BOWIE: DIAMOND DOGS TOUR".
"Oh my god! Mags!" Columbia shouted in excitement and had a huge smile plastered across her face.
"I saw the ad in Riff's paper earlier and thought you'd want to see him in concert," Magenta rubbed the back of her neck and smiled.
"That's so sweet, Mags!" Columbia wrapped her arms around Magenta's neck,"I love you."
"I love you too," Magenta smiled and wrapped her arms around Columbia's waist,"now let's get in line so we get our tickets," Magenta pulled away with her hands still on Columbia's waist.
Columbia jumped out of the car and pulled Magenta to get in line. Columbia jittered and fidgeted about beside Magenta.
"Two tickets please," Magenta asked for the tickets as she held the money out to give to the box office.
The guy gave them their tickets and wished them a good night.
"Thank you," Columbia replied to the man shyly as she took her ticket and followed Magenta to their seats.
They sat in their seats in the second row and held each other's hand and kissed each other and talked until the show started. Then, David Bowie started to walk across the stage and Columbia sat still.
"That's him!" Columbia shouted as she stood and pointed at him.
Magenta smiled at her enthusiasm. Columbia dragged Magenta to her feet to the front row to get a closer look of him as David started the first song. Columbia looked as though she had the stars in her eyes as she watched the man move across the stage and sing. She took Magenta's hand and started dancing with her.
"But I don't dance!" Magenta shouted over the loud music.
"I don't care, I don't dance either!"
Magenta laughed and danced with her.

This ain't rock and roll, this is genocide!
As they pulled you out the oxygen tent, you asked for the latest party.
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump,
Dressed like a priest you was.
Todd Browning's freak you was.
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee.
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to ground the ground they will
Mannequins with kill appeal
I'll keep a friend serene
Oh baby come unto me
Well she's come, been, and gone!
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke so he slides down a rope
Onto the streets below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussie with a ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked and paralyzed, diamond dogs are stabilized
I'll keep a friend serene
Oh baby come unto me
Well she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
There's gonna be sorrow
try and wake up tomorrow