Music began and the doors burst forth, revealing a dark-haired man draping a white cape over his black spandex costume. He was wearing a heavy amount of makeup and ruby red lipstick, which contrasted strongly with his dark eyes and hair. Before Janita could take another breath, the man begin to sing and walk down the aisle, as Jiff Daff and Maygent arose and flanked him on either side.
"Let me greet you all, ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to say hello
If you're ready for some entertainment,
we will get on with the show!"
He then proceeded to rip off the cape, revealing a tight black spandex suit. Janita almost fainted, at being able to see every aspect of the man's anatomy. His chest was bare and covered with thick black hair, and the suit fit him like an extremely tight pair of suspenders. On his feet he wore black platform shoes, which made him much taller than actual life. His fingernails were painted with black nail polish, creating a bizarre-looking entertainer. Jiff Daff and Maygent took their places at the front of the room, although the attention was not directed there at the moment. Both picked up their respective guitars that had been leaning against the throne and began to play along with the singer's established beat.
As he sang along with the heavy rock chords, he sauntered down the center aisle, riling up members of the audience to stand and/or reach for him. His singing voice was truly spectacular, as well as his stage persona. The audience was now clapping along, and it seemed Janita's fiancé Jim had taken an interest in the dark-haired man as well.
"I'd like to sell you my body
Now that's some good merchandise
I'll fool you and I'll fill you
With any drug I'll pill you
And to thrill you I'll use any device!"
He straddled an audience member at this point, rubbing his chest up and down the woman's shirt. Janita could hear her giggles above the clapping and general cheering for the mysterious singer. He wound the woman's hair up onto his finger with a quick and clever spinning motion, and then released it as he dismounted and advanced to a man nearby, whereas he rubbed the chap's cheek with a smooth white hand.
"You're in for an awesome performance
You won't feel a hint of remorse
You'll get an orgasmic feeling
It's a tour de force, of course"
He reached the throne and began strutting around in front of the entire congregation, throwing his legs into the air and dancing with incredible agility and flexibility. Jiff Daff stood nearby, keeping a seemingly slower beat with his foot, but staying with the rhythm on his guitar. Maygent's guitar rang out as he kept a more humble appearance in front of the audience.
The singer signaled to his guitar-players, who looked up briefly in mid-play, and then he ascended and stood on the throne hishead of tight black curls almost touching the ceiling. The audience's arms rose into the air, waving with the rhythm, as the beat continued.
Janita couldn't help but concentrate on Maygent, although the singer had her partial attention due to his incredible attention-grabbing singing and dancing skills.
The song finished up with whistles, cheers, and clapping, sounding as if they were produced by thousands of people. The audience went wild, giving the trio a standing ovation, screaming the singer's name, although it was impossible to decipher, what, with all the other sounds in the echoic room.
At the song's ending, the dark-haired man stepped off of the throne.
"We're absolutely delighted to have such a wonderful audience!" he remarked happily, quieting the crowd slightly by holding his hands up.
Janita couldn't help but notice that he had a British accent as well, although it didn't seem quite as seasoned as with the other two men of the household. He seemed… foreign, although it wasn't obvious as to where he might be from.
"Thank you so much for coming to Dargen Lodge, and do come again soon, dearies!"
At that remark from the dark-haired singer, some of the Britons begin to put their jackets and coats back on, picking their dripping umbrellas off of the floor. However, most of them, probably three fourths of the crowd, patiently held lit cigarette lighters, and the dark-haired man immediately became acutely aware of them.
"Alright, would you like to see more?" The audience roared their positive response.
"Well, I have yet to introduce the newest member of my group, but without further ado, here he is!" He held an arm out towards the double-doors at the back of the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Bocky!"
Through the double doors, a slender blond man entered, having a thin face and blue eyes. The audience immediately oohed and ahhed at the sight of the young man, entranced with the arrival. Bocky seemed to appreciate the attention, and shook the hands of several Britons on his way up to the throne, where the dark-haired man awaited. Jim took the whole affair quite seriously, eyeing up both of the gentlemen in the spot of importance to the audience.
"Come on, dear, don't dawdle," the dark-haired singer commented to the blond, although at a low volume.
The blond shuffled to the front of the audience and took his position next to the first singer. Janita watched with intense interest at the spectacle unfolding before her. Never before had she witnessed such a strange concert such as this.
The music began once more, as the dark-haired man protectively put his arm across the slender shoulders of the blond man.
The two men took turns singing the lines of the song, sometimes harmonizing. Oddly enough, the thin blond man with the seemingly higher speaking voice took the lower notes, and the dark-haired man with a decently deep speaking voice took the higher parts, sometimes screeching, although still retaining a beautiful, pure sound. The audience exploded with cheers at the finish, giving the pair a standing ovation for their magical song. It had truly been glorious to hear the men harmonizing and showing off their vocal ranges. Janita was hugely impressed.
As the audience members begin to disperse, with the aid of the gracious singer continually thanking them and telling them to be careful in the storm, a man stood up and walked straight down the center aisle toward the dark-haired man.
"Well, Mr. Curry, you made five hundred pounds tonight. Congratulations." He handed the man a thick envelope.
Instead of a smile, though, the dark-haired man frowned, and called Jiff Daff and Maygent to his side. They approached quickly, and faced off against the man.
"Now, Sheffie, you and I both know damn well that there were more than five hundred bloody people 'ere tonight. They were each charged five pounds each just to watch the concert, so it's quite obvious to me that you again are trying to cheat me out of our well-earned money!"
"How dare you to accuse me of such a heinous act—"
"How can you stand there and blatantly lie to me? Could you explain that, for starters?"
"I have been nothing but hon—"
"Liar!"
As the last few members of the audience cleared the room, the dark-haired singer grabbed his cape from where it had been brought back to him by an adoring fan. He wrapped it around each fist, and spun the fabric of it round and round until it looked like a thick rope, as he eyed his manager up and down.
Sheffie immediately registered and took off running down the aisle toward the open double doors, with Mr. Curry, as he was now revealed to be, very close behind him. Mr. Curry then began to sing an angry song of hatred as he caught Sheffie around the neck with the rope-like cape.
"You suck our funds like an eel
You're fired, how does that feel?
Lying straight to my face
You've stolen so much money
And you want more!"
He tightened the braided fabric around Sheffie's neck, as Sheffie squirmed to escape. Janita and Jim watched on in horror from the open doorway, as they were of the last to leave the room. Mr. Curry continued to sing, as he spat on the back of Sheffie's neck, looking quite animalistic in his conquering of the man.
"You're just a cheap, lying sack
How will you find a new act to replace me?
How can you face me?
But now you can kiss my arse goodbye"
Sheffie escaped from the rope-hold, yet was cornered easily by the thin, agile Mr. Curry. He was panting in his suit, and his tie was awry, looking itself like some kind of noose. Mr. Curry grabbed a small black riding crop and wielded it as he sang some more.
"You act like a big business man
But now the shit hit the fan
No one should give you the time
You're just a spoiled-brat schoolboy
Let me tan your hide!"
He flicked the whip towards the man's back, making him run off again wild-eyed. As the suited man took off again, the cape was thrown across his neck once more, and Mr. Curry continued to sing in his ferocious way.
"You are now unemployed
So make yourself null and void
You will leave now
Burn in hell, cow!"
At the last words of his threat, he spun the man around in a circle by his neck, causing folding chairs to clatter across the floor noisily. He let go of the cape, watching with an evil grin as the man flew through the double doors and rolled down the staircase in a sweaty red heap, head over feet. Janita fainted from the intensity of the moment, with Jim barely catching her in his arms.
When Janita came to, she was seated clumsily in a folding chair and a woman with shaggy dishwater blonde hair was standing above her, attempting to fan her. She jerked a bit at the sight of a new person, and immediately scanned the vicinity for a familiar face. Jim was gone, as well as Jiff Daff and Maygent, and the only familiar face was the unfamiliar face of Mr. Curry, the singer from earlier.
She stumbled unsteadily to her feet, as the blonde woman waved Mr. Curry to her side. As he approached, his body threw off a strong scent of cologne attempting to cover up the sweat that had probably poured from his body as he fired Sheffie.
Janita looked up dizzily at the singer, who was now gazing intently upon her as the blonde woman made room for him. It was then that she noticed the features of his face: a small, pointed nose, dark brown eyes, thick lips, a rather large overbite, and, along with the physical features, she could smell the strong scent of cigarette smoke emanating from his open mouth.
"Hello there, madam," he said timidly. "I apologize if my earlier actions startled you. I had hoped that the members of the audience would have missed that confrontation. It has most certainly been a long time in the making."
"Oh, it's no problem at all," she responded, finally gaining control of her eyesight, which had been a bit jittery up until now. He was a decent-looking, soft spoken fellow, with an aura about him quite different than the one he had displayed during, and directly following the concert.
"What's your name, Miss?" the blonde asked, as she wiped Janita's forehead with a wet rag.
"It's Janita… Janita Bodson."
"Did you enjoy the concert, Janita?" Mr. Curry asked.
"Yes, I did, very much. I didn't even know about it until we—I—well, my fiancé Jim and I—well, you see—our car ran out of ga—"
"Ohh…." A look of understanding came over the singer's face, as he nodded and smiled. "You're the stranded travelers that Jiff Daff and Maygent mentioned to me earlier. I should have recognized by the fact that you are wearing my robe." He blushed slightly, and then continued. "Forgive me for not introducing myself before the concert. I am Frenk M Curry, but you can call me Frenkie, if you so wish." He took her hand in his and lightly kissed the top of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine," Janita responded, blushing at him. She was wearing a man's robe? And not just any man; this popular singer who seemed to fancy her? It all seemed too much to take in at one time. Just then Jim approached the folding chair, crossing to the side of it to check on Janita's condition.
"Oh, thank goodness, you're awake," he said, squatting at her side.
Frenkie diverted his attention to Janita's mustached fiancé. "And you must be the male counterpart of the stranded travelers. Welcome to Dargen Lodge. As I mentioned earlier to… Janita, my name is Frenk M Curry, but you may call me Frenkie. I'm delighted to meet you."
"Well, my name is Jim Hunnot, and it's great to meet you, sir," he responded.
The two men shook hands and begin small talk. Janita was slightly disturbed by the lack of introduction of the blonde who was currently caring for her.
"I didn't catch your name," she told the woman, as she put away the fan and rag.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Maria. I live here with Frenkie, along with Jiff Daff and Maygent." She smiled, as she watched the back of Frenkie guardedly.
The women chatted briefly, until Bocky came into the room. All conversation ceased as Frenkie directed all his concentration on the blond man, neglecting his new guests.
"You'll have to excuse me, Janita and Jim. Please make yourselves at home. I must make Bocky at home as well; he's the newest addition to the group. Goodnight. Adieu."
With that, Frenkie and Bocky disappeared from view, walking arm in arm down a narrowed hallway. A pair of cats also trailed behind them as they became better acquainted with each other.
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