Chapter 2: Dance Above the Roof
Thanks, Sunsetsea! This chapter switches places a couple times, but it's really, really important. Working on my spacing!
Disclaimer: The one on Chap. 1 and I don't own anything by The Doors.
Sasha hoped that he was doing a good job of blending in. The music was classical, so he knew a tiny bit if anyone made him dance. He assumed that Agent Vodello, as skilled as any psychonaut, would be near the edge of the roof.
A woman in a knee-length dress colored so brightly that it hurt his eyes to look at it levitated near the main speaker. She spoke, or rather, yelled, in a Portuguese accent.
"Who's ready to rock and roll, baby!"
The crowd cheered. Sasha put his head in his hand and sighed. The loud music started anyway.
The nest thing he knew, the strange woman was beside him.
"Joey and Mikey said you wanted to talk to me."
"Joey and Michael are sophomoric, perverted idiots."
"I know that. I wanted to see if they were telling the truth."
"I don't know you."
"Oh!" She put out her hand for him to shake. "Milla Vodello, darling."
Sasha was horrified. This woman was the famed Milla Vodello, who already had the unofficial title, "The Mental Minx"? She must have seen the repulsion on his face, because she laughed.
"Yes, my professors this year had that reaction, too. Now, darling, do you want to dance?"
"I don't dance. Not to this kind of music, anyway."
"Well, then what music? Samba? Jazz?"
"Classical."
"That music was dull. Come on, this one is easy. It's the Cha Cha, darling. See? It goes forward, back, cha cha cha. Forward, back, cha cha cha. Oh, at least try!"
"I think you've had one too many tonight. I don't dance."
She cocked her head. "One too many what?"
"Drinks."
"Oh, no, I don't drink. It's no fun to deal with a drunk psychic, and I don't want to inflict that on other people. Now, darling, you were learning the Cha Cha."
"I'm going down to the parking lot."
"Why?"
He levitated one of his cigarettes up about neck-height.
"Oh. Umm, okay."
He levitated slowly down to the parking lot and had had half a cigarette before something happened.
Meanwhile, while Sasha was floating down to the parking lot, Milla's friend Alicia was up in front of the party. The Cha Cha music was over. "Okay, for the profs, this is 'Light My Fire' by The Doors! If you students haven't ever heard of it, that's just because it's really, really old!"
"Alicia, you don't say that part, darling!" Milla yelled.
"Umm. Oh, well. Here it is!"
They were on the first chorus ("Come on baby, light my fi-i-ire") when Milla froze. A couple seconds later, tears began to form in her eyes and she darted down to the parking lot. A second later, her friends darted after her.
She was halfway across the parking lot from him, sobbing. Her friends touched down after her and hugged her.
"Milla, what is it? What's wrong?"
Then the one with the braids and gold ornamentation said, "It was my fault, Milla. I should've asked you… I'm sorry."
The first one spoke again. "Hey, let's go back up to the dorm room. I'll make us some smoothies, and we can listen to your cricket tapes and meditate. How's that sound?"
Milla nodded and tried to smile through her tears. Her friends zipped off.
"You want one?"
"One what, darling?" Her voice was still a little broken. He TK'd one of his cigarettes in front of her.
"Oh, no, but… Thank you, darling, but I don't." She floated in the air, a couple of inches over the ground, and floated slowly across the parking lot. He knew she wanted to be alone.
Hey! I typed this all up in one morning! Cool, huh?