Chapter 6 – Introducing: The Groom
"You are not allowed to enter the bridal dressing room, Gluskin!" Andrew barked. Nevertheless, it was too late, Gluskin already scanned through the contestants other than Waylon and was not content with the result. Waylon tried to hide behind Andrew, but when his attempts failed, he dived into one of the lockers ajar with a stealthy move. However, Gluskin's voice reached out to him. "Don't be shy, darling. You have my word, I will only take a tiny peek at your face and dress".
Waylon took a deep breath. And another thousand. "Is this what they call coming out of the closet?" he asked before opening the door and exposing himself to The Groom, who raised his hand to his heart in adoration before speaking. "Darling, you look dazzling! I am awfully sorry, but I cannot keep myself to my words, your mere sight soothes my eyes and my mind. I hope you don't think I'm rushing things, but I would like to make you, my betrothed, my only one in marriage for all eternity!"
"A marriage based on looks is a rotten one" said Waylon speedily. Gluskin slowly shook his head and then grabbed Andrew by his throat. Waylon shrieked and retreated a few steps.
"This filthy rat made you uncomfortable, darling? I dispose of him now!" Waylon never would have thought that someone could make him feel sympathy towards Andrew. He desperately looked for help and shouted at the other contestants. "Don't just stand there, do something! He'll kill him and I can't even move in this goddamn costume!"
"What should we do, man? We are supposed to be the wedding band! Should we beat him up with our trumpet?" they shouted back.
"Shit! It's always up to a woman to do a man's job!" Waylon cried out. "Groom… I mean Gluskin! Eddie! Please, spare his life! He is the… wedding videographer, remember?" Gluskin's grip loosened on Andrew's windpipe. "Put him down. It's not like he will have to appear in our recordings of this cherished day with those ghastly marks around his neck, which would be a total disaster, but I don't want anyone to get hurt. So let go of him now, darling!" Waylon finally gained confidence. Gluskin saw reason in his ramblings, so he released Andrew who collapsed on the floor in a fetal position. "Spend your first night with the tread of my boot, rat!" The Groom spat, then he put on a sickeningly wide smile. "I won't disturb you anymore, darling. I will meet you by the altar" he blew a kiss and left the room.
The entire room sighed with relief. Even Andrew. Waylon found this to be utmost irritating. Why do all the thugs and douchebags aim him every time he crosses their path? But it's only a matter of time to do justice. In the end, Jeremy Blaire will be kneeling at his feet and pleading for his forgiveness. Until then, he will only have to play along. As Miles put it: it's not that hard.
He was preoccupied with such thoughts when someone suddenly called out for him.
"Uhm, Bride fellow? Soon your escort will be here."
"And who will it be?" Waylon asked indifferently.
"Mr. Trager. Mr. Blaire appointed him personally."