PERVERSE RECOLLECTIONS OF DARK COMEDIES AND WHITE LIES

Chapter 2: Strange Weather II

They arrive at the scene..

The Dahlia Noir...a jazz bar downtown popular to people who love alcohol, smoking, music and killing time.

She walks slowly..gracefully.. in the midst of the bleak and sleazy atmosphere. She cuts through all the noise and her beauty rose above anyone else in the scene.

He walked right behind her..carrying her coat and bag and he acted as her personal bodyguard for the night. There was a lot of people cheering her..

"Betty! Betty! Betty!"

They shouted and whistled and some even took pictures with Her..

As soon as she entered the building, people got excited. There was talking everywhere. Insecure women..hopeful fans..drooling husbands..lovestruck yuppies.

He inhales. The room was filled with cigarette smokes and the scent of classy, expensive alcohol littered every corner of it. She leads Him to the bartender and instructs him to put her bag and coat on the minibar..told him order himself something to drink. There was gin, there was vermouth, there was patrone, there was vodka and he wanted to drink them all. But no.. He wanted to make sure that he will be able to watch Her performance properly. He wanted to make sure he sees her doing something she's passionate about. He wanted to see if the burning feeling in his chest will be doused by her performance. He just wanted to see.

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In time, everyone got silent..the jazz band that kept everyone's insatiable hunger of "Her" performance at bay, played its final note and a voice in a microphone from an unseen host started to speak up:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight, we will be giving you a performance by one of our new artists! On her 2nd time to perform on stage, we introduce to you, Elizabeth Garland!!"

And as soon as the unseen host drops in Her name, everyone goes wild. They whistle and shout and clap and cheer.

And from the glittering curtains, She came out..

Wearing a silky dress darker than Satan's stare..her lips shone among the faint luminance of the sleazy saloon...a heavy streak of black and purple.

And her skin was white as snow and her wavy hair was tied up perfectly and she almost looked like the definition of perfection..

And his heart pounded faster as he wiped the alcohol off his lips on to his leather jacket.

Her voluptuous figure shaping out her dress in ways that tickled his imagination.

His throat tightens..and he wanted to back out. He wanted to run away because if he knew that if he hears her sing even for just a second there's probably no turning back from her..

And then a smooth low tune bass slide came along.. followed closely by her voice and he thought..

"too late. the show has begun"

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He follows Her after her performance was over..he goes backstage and meets her there only to find her talking to her boss as he carried her coat and bag along with him.