I've never had any fun
wish somebody would find me some
I'm just a sad burger
der der dee der dum
Nobody likes me
they all laugh at me
I am a big blue burger
and you can't have any fun either
der der dee der dum
While Sarah had realized long ago that fifty percent of the population was below average and was rarely shocked by stupidity, the absolute horror of the rap which was "Imogene The Sad Blue Burger" was never lost on her. Every time she sang it something in her came a little closer to death. The constant booing and occasional drink or chicken finger thrown at her by some rowdy little bastard hardly bothered her any more. It was just the horrible lyrics. The fact that she couldn't rap for shit didn't matter, as half of the time the audience started booing so loudly at the sight of her that her song was inaudible.
She finished her songs and spins with the proper amount of lethargic melancholy, and kept her façade even as she caught several of the men in the audience checking out her ass through her blue tights. The Saturday crowd was always the worst, as more fathers came in the hopes of silencing their bratty little children and couldn't use work as an excuse.
She finished her song with the appropriate fake sobs and dashed off of the stage. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped off the foul smelling blue burger costume. Thankfully she only had two songs in the entire show. She quickly pulled a pair of sweatpants over her tights and sprayed herself liberally with body spray before heading out to the back lot for a smoke. Technically her lunch hour didn't start for another fifteen minutes, but she knew Roman wouldn't care. After all, people weren't exactly lining up for her job. If he fired her, he would have to play Imogene the Sad Blue Burger and there was no way in hell he would.
She quickly circumvented the line waiting to get in and skipped around back, to find it blissfully unoccupied. She stared into the peaceful park, where she had spent much of her childhood, across the street as she tried to no avail to light her cigarette. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Need a light?" She turned to see a rather unattractive man holding out a lighter proudly displaying a flame. Sarah really wanted to tell him off, as she could tell by looking at him that not only was he convinced that he was some sort of sex god, but he wanted to give her a good bit more than a light.
"Thanks." She said flatly and quickly began to inhale. She really hoped that the trollish man, who looked old enough to be her father, would leave her in peace, but he seemed to have other plans.
"So how does a beautiful girl like you end up in a place like this?"
Sarah nearly winced. He was obviously a smooth one.
"She needs to pay for her AIDS meds and this is the only job she could get without any sort of degree that pays enough."
In truth, she didn't have AIDS and the job paid absolute crap, but at least the troll seemed to take the hint and he left her alone. Where he went, she didn't care. She leaned against the brick wall and groaned as her tense body finally relaxed.
She was reaching for another when suddenly loud angry squawking sounded from across the way. She looked and saw what appeared to be a white bird sitting on a branch. As she reached for another it let out a shrill scream.
"What are you, my mother?" She called out at the obnoxious animal and she swore that the thing shook its head 'no'. It was only then that she recognized the creature as an owl. As she drew to the edge of the parking lot, the tips of her toes touching the street, she beheld its mismatched eyes and that was when it all started to click in her mind.
Toby. The crystal ball. The owl. Nobody seemed to remember him.
"Goblin King!" She howled and ran across the semi-busy street, only to cause one car to swerve off into the parking lot and crash into an old sign for the pizza parlor that had once been there. The driver screamed at her as she climbed up into the tree after the owl, chasing it as it hopped from branch to higher branch.
"You bastard!" She cried as she tried to grab the owl, only to have it dig one of its talons into her hand. "You fucker! Bring Toby back!" She howled. Unbeknownst to Sarah, a small crowd had gathered around the tree.
"Give me my life back!" She cried. The branches grew thinner and thinner as she went and it was not long until she stepped on one that could not hold her weight. It snapped and she fell to the ground. Multiple branches hit her in the head as she fell. All she could see was the owl's sneering mismatched eyes as she fell to ground with a sickening crack and fell unconscious.
"Roman!" One of the waiters cried as sprinted into his boss' office to find him sound asleep. He awoke with a jolt and glared at his employee. "I'm sorry, but Sarah has just--"
"Who did she assault now?" The man asked tepidly as he smoothed down his comb over. "You would think she came to work in a pair of crotchless panties and stilettos the way these men always fall over her."
The waiter did not point out that Roman had even tried to get in her pants when she first started working there. "Well ,this time, it was an owl." He said and Roman's eyes widened. "She ran into the middle of the road screaming about 'Toby' and some 'Goblin King', caused an accident, and then chased an owl up into a tree and tried to kill it. She fell out of the tree and got knocked out."
Roman squared his shoulders and marched out of the building. He immediately dialed for an ambulance. Once Sarah had left in that ambulance, he hoped to never see her again.
a and n: Thanks very much to the both of you. And your guess is incorrect.
chichi89: Crazy is how I roll. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kris. There will almost definitely be explosions. I love a good explosion every now and again. As far as dancing, well, it really depends on your definition of dance. lol.
Aysuh: Sorry, but a lot of short chapters are just my style. There might be a longer one here or there, but I don't think I've ever written a chapter longer than 2000 words.