Leonardo Balmudo and his men prepared for the gavotte at hand.....hair was
slicked into ducktails, deteriorating leather was slipped on that hadn't
been washed for endless days, noisomely scented with black oil....slipping
past their parents.....some asleep, some too busy gavotting at a pub or
nightspot, some consumed by selfishness enough to simply disacknowledge
their existence.....they filed into the street at last.
Cha Cha Di Gregorio awaited her lover, Leo....she had heard of the Laendler to be held in the distant ballroom and longed to come and attend.
She emerged, dressed in pants of black, her second skin.....a red top tighter than cellophane....a scarf trailing behind her....her ginger hair verdant as the hills of California itself.....her lusty face and cheeks illuminating with the spirit of a scorpion, the beloved treasure of a scorpion, indeed.
"Leo! Leo! Oh, Leo, I heard you're going to have a party, tonight! Please say you'll let me attend....."
"Forget it, Cha Cha, this party's all man, no women allowed."
"Oh, Leo, Leo, my darling, mi amore....." she cooed
"Forget it, Cha Cha!" he hissed. "Not everything's about you!"
Cha Cha folded her arms, pouted, and turned away.
The Scorpions jumped into Balmudo's sinister machine....a pitch black convertible illuminated with the fire of a dragon.....in a split second they were concealed by the night at last.....
The TBirds careened down the road to the street that awaited them.....Kenickie's car, a derelict 1940's convertible, yet soon to be the fastest car in the entire town of Rydell, escorted them to the soon-to-be party going on....
"What the hell would Balmudo want with Sandy?" asked a perplexed Kenickie. "I don't get it! Sandy doesn't even know him."
"One thing's real clear, if you're left in the dark, there's bound to be something more behind it......guaranteed", said Danny.
"Why would the Scorpions call us up?" asked Sonny LaTiere, one of the younger, more naive TBirds. "Sandy's all done up in the ropes, and they want us to come without weapons, and it's either nine, lookin' fine, or Sandy, supposedly, spills the wine."
"Scorpions may be wantin' some green, if you know what I mean," said Doody, another younger TBird.
"Green?" asked Kenickie
"Y'know, they may want ransom money."
"Well, my wallet sure is empty," lamented Putzie, another young TBird. "The ol' Frosty Palace up and blew it away all this month."
"Oh, man! I didn't bring any money, either!" said Doody, reaching into his pockets and finding zero change upon yanking them inside out.
"Easy, boys, easy," said Danny. "If there were ransom involved, the Scorpions would have already mentioned it...."
"Put your guard up, boys" said Kenickie flatly. "Balmudo and the boys got some behind-the-scenes action going on, I just know it...."
Cha Cha Di Gregorio awaited her lover, Leo....she had heard of the Laendler to be held in the distant ballroom and longed to come and attend.
She emerged, dressed in pants of black, her second skin.....a red top tighter than cellophane....a scarf trailing behind her....her ginger hair verdant as the hills of California itself.....her lusty face and cheeks illuminating with the spirit of a scorpion, the beloved treasure of a scorpion, indeed.
"Leo! Leo! Oh, Leo, I heard you're going to have a party, tonight! Please say you'll let me attend....."
"Forget it, Cha Cha, this party's all man, no women allowed."
"Oh, Leo, Leo, my darling, mi amore....." she cooed
"Forget it, Cha Cha!" he hissed. "Not everything's about you!"
Cha Cha folded her arms, pouted, and turned away.
The Scorpions jumped into Balmudo's sinister machine....a pitch black convertible illuminated with the fire of a dragon.....in a split second they were concealed by the night at last.....
The TBirds careened down the road to the street that awaited them.....Kenickie's car, a derelict 1940's convertible, yet soon to be the fastest car in the entire town of Rydell, escorted them to the soon-to-be party going on....
"What the hell would Balmudo want with Sandy?" asked a perplexed Kenickie. "I don't get it! Sandy doesn't even know him."
"One thing's real clear, if you're left in the dark, there's bound to be something more behind it......guaranteed", said Danny.
"Why would the Scorpions call us up?" asked Sonny LaTiere, one of the younger, more naive TBirds. "Sandy's all done up in the ropes, and they want us to come without weapons, and it's either nine, lookin' fine, or Sandy, supposedly, spills the wine."
"Scorpions may be wantin' some green, if you know what I mean," said Doody, another younger TBird.
"Green?" asked Kenickie
"Y'know, they may want ransom money."
"Well, my wallet sure is empty," lamented Putzie, another young TBird. "The ol' Frosty Palace up and blew it away all this month."
"Oh, man! I didn't bring any money, either!" said Doody, reaching into his pockets and finding zero change upon yanking them inside out.
"Easy, boys, easy," said Danny. "If there were ransom involved, the Scorpions would have already mentioned it...."
"Put your guard up, boys" said Kenickie flatly. "Balmudo and the boys got some behind-the-scenes action going on, I just know it...."