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Chapter Thirty Nine
POV Baby
Hula Hana
Who's this Hula Hana of Kamanawannahula Bay?
She will Hula when you have a lovely gift she wants you'll hear her say,
I glance away from the Palm tree I'm painting, to Johnny. He sat on a stool in front of the stage, hunched over some papers that most likely had to do with the show. Stifling a yawn, I move to the front of the tree, and sit down, continuing to watch him absentmindedly. I was supposed to be painting my Palm tree, but I couldn't get my mind off of last night. It had been absolutely wonderful.
Bring me a Pineapple that doesn't sting, a bird that swims, a fish that sings, I wanna,
I really wanna,
Bring me a volcano that blows up all the molten jama and a blue Banana,
A cana cana,
One of the staff members hands him some sheet music.
Bring me a Pineapple that doesn't sting, a bird that swims, a fish that sings, I wanna,
I really wanna,
With a sway in her walk and her shirt cut scandalously low, Vivian Pressman passed by the table where some men play cards. "Hi, Vivian," One croaks.
She stops behind him, leans down, and kisses his bald head affectionately. "Win big, Moe. As always," Vivian smiled. I doubted she even loved him. Her husband laughs, and puffed his cigar confidently. Vivian eyes Johnny hungrily, and slipped over over to him, not a soul in the room noticing but me. Uh oh. That's trouble, I thought immediately when I saw her approach.
I could only watch, unable to tear my eyes away.
Bring me a volcano that blows up all the molten jama and a blue Banana,
A cana cana,
And you can wackle all you want to, while I Hula all the day away,
She stops in front of Johnny, and pulls out a cigarette, "Got a light?" Frowning, Johnny lights it for her, slipping the lighter back into his pocket as quickly as he had it out. Johnny couldn't stand Vivian, this I knew. He tolerated her only because it was his job.
"This is our last night together, lover," She says in a hushed tone, "I've got something worked out for us," He watched her walk away, back to her husband, no doubt to set her dastardly plan into morion. Not for the first time, I wonder what he's thinking. So far, I hadn't been able to read his emotions, which was rapidly becoming an oddity for me.
And you can wackle all you want to, while I Hula all the day away,
It bothered me immensely to see Vivian's attempts to seduce Johnny, however one sided. I knew that she threw herself at him, and he continued to turn her down. He was, however, forced to give her dance lessons. Vivian just couldn't take the hint.
And so I watch his every move.
Johnny turns to face me, a glance over his shoulder, and I pretend I'm not looking. His gaze makes me shiver. Even when Vivian was trying to flirt with him, I couldn't get my mind off last night. How he had held me.
Eventually, I feel his stare move, no longer on me. Johnny went back to his paperwork, probably sheet music for the various musical numbers, be it song or dance.
All the boys of Okakokanoka Island gather all the gifts that Hula Hana asks,
They have combed their Island home, fulfilling each whim,
And it's worth it when they watch her shake her grass, 4, 5,
Bring me a gentle breeze that I can keep, an ocean blue that's oh, so deep, I wanna,
I really wanna,
Suddenly, Johnny stood up and walked over to Moe Pressman, Vivian at his side. What was he doing? He hated Vivian. It had to have been something to do with the show. Johnny would never willingly go to the Pressman's.
And she will Hula when you have a lovely gift she wants you'll hear her say,
"Excuse me, sir?" He asks, "The pirate number is next," Johnny says, handing the man a pirate hat. So that was what he was doing. Mr. Pressman was in the show. That made sense.
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Johnny is about to walk away, but Mr. Pressman starts again, "Hey kid. Listen, you know I play cards all weekend, and I've got an all night game tonight." The man pulls out his wallet, and grabs a few bills "Why don't you ah... give my wife some extra dance lessons," Moe smiles, and pressed the wad of money into Johnny's palm. Everyone there knew all too well they weren't paying for dance lessons. It made me furious at the Pressman's.
Johnny looked at the money. It was quite the temptation, especially for someone like him.
Bring me a Pineapple that doesn't sting, a bird that swims, a fish that sings I wanna,
I really wanna,
I grow nervous. Tonight, Johnny and I were going to meet. I was leaving in two days, so we kind of wanted these last few to be special. But I also knew that when Johnny first started working here, he had believed some women actually cared. He knew better now. I also knew that the Pressman's were extremely rich, and Johnny needed the money. They weren't paying for dance lessons. And while I doubted Johnny would sleep with Vivian, but he still could blow off tonight.
Bring me a volcano that blows up all the molten jama and a blue Banana,
A cana cana,
"Um..." Johnny says, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pressman, but I'm booked up the whole weekend, you know with the show, and everything, so I don't have time for anything else... and I don't think it'd be fair to take the money," He hands Mr. Pressman back the money, as the grin falls from his wife's face. Mr. Pressman shrugged, and took his money back.
Johnny turned away, leaving Vivian aghast.
I have never been more proud of him than in that moment.
And you can wackle all you want to, you can wackle while I walk away,
And you can wackle all you want to, you can wackle while I walk away,
Away,
Away,
Away,
The song, and Lisa's off key singing, finally ended. She bowed on the stage. Lisa walked over, and crouched next to me, pulling me out of the daze I had been in from watching Johnny. "I've decided tonight's the night with Robbie," Lisa informed me, a haughty expression on her face. "He doesn't even know yet," She grins, and stands up, walking away with an arrogant sway in her step.
I decide in a second that I need to do something, "Oh, hey, Lisa," I call after her, but it is too late. My Sister is gone, and doesn't even know what she is getting into.