Parallel Me

Parallel Me Part 32

When I arrived at the club, the first thing I did was book a table for next Saturday. Then Clarence excitedly asked where I had been all afternoon, they had had a telephone call from channel nine, wanting to speak to me, about the film of my boxing match.

"You've got to ring Justin Harris as soon as you can; they have had so many calls, at the studio today after his show. All asking them to show the whole of your boxing match, he needs to ask you if you mind, and he wants to do a full hour's, in-depth interview with you soon." I rang Justin there and then, and told him the film belonged to them and was flattered they thought they had to ask, I was also flattered he wanted to do another interview. I was going to be free most Fridays, except for the seventeenth off November. We left it at that, he would ring me back with a firm date.

I didn't dance out with the girls as arranged. Instead, they agreed to dance out in white ballerina outfits, as I sang 'Isn't this is a lovely way to spend an evening,' which I had decided to use as my signature tune from now on. I received a very warm reception when I walked out onto the stage and was surprised to see them standing, to clap when I finished my interdictory song. When I finally got them to sit, and they had quietened down a bit; I said.

"Thank you for your warm reception ladies and gentlemen, I have only been back in Australia for a week, and have found the people here, haven't changed from when I was here last year. Then I was welcomed with open arms and made many friends who have welcomed me back again. Now you are welcoming me to you again, and there is only one song I can sing." I turned off the microphone and turning to the bandleader saying.

"Stranger in paradise please." I turned back to the room, and with as much passion as I could sing.

"Take my hand, I'm a stranger in Paradise, lost in a wonderland, a stranger in paradise. If I stand starry-eyed, that's a danger in paradise, for mortals who stand beside, angels like you." Again, I was overwhelmed with the applause; I received from the all around the room. Which had filled to overflowing since I came onstage, all the tables were full, and the aisles leading down the sides had a standing audience that was clapping loudly.

"Thank you, ladies and gentleman, I really don't deserve all this love from you. Let me give some back to you, for being so kind to me, I have a large bottle of bubbly, for someone in the room. As you came in tonight all the ladies names were taken, to be put in for a lucky draw. I'll draw out two lady finalist, then they will go head to head to see who wins. The first to answer the question right will get the surprise of the night." As I was talking two of the dancing girls, wheeled out a clear plastic drum on a stand, it had strips of paper in it. As one girl turned the drum to mix them up, the other took a strip of paper out and handed it to me to readout.

"Toni Rossi," I called and a girl waved her hand and tried to hold back her excited scream. "My dear have you an escort, to carry your prise back to the table. Will Cristiana Martinez's and your escort come onto the dance floor please." The two girls were escorted by their boyfriends, to the two chairs facing the audience, that a waiter had placed on the dance floor, as the names were being drawn. With the girls now seated, and the boys standing beside them, I walked to stand between them and the audience and addressed everyone.

"Now you all must be quiet, no calling out the answer, the first girl to answer the question correctly will win the top prize, and the question is!" I said loudly, and the two boys dropped to their knee and popped the question to their sweethearts. There were whoops of joy, and loud cheering from all around the room, as the two couples embraced and kissed one another. It had gone better than I had hoped. I already had the girls names from the telephone call I had made to the two boys. Where I had told them of my plan, and what they had to do.

The two dancing girls and the drum were a diversion; the strips of paper were blank, and I sang Dean Martin's Love me my love, as they danced to what would be their tune. When they had returned to their table, I was back on the stage, preparing to continue the show, and waited for the applause for the couples to die down.