Noel
Gentry owns a bar in an aging, but still nice, neighborhood. When his
neighbor, Mrs. Culpepper, falls ill, he accompanies her to the
hospital, where me meets Dr. Ziva Bodie. He and the doctor hit it
off, so he invites her to a Sardonic concert, complete with front row
seats and back stage passes. She's delighted with the concert, and is
even more excited after intermission, when surprise guests join
Sardonic on stage.
This
time, the band took the stage with the lights on. Two other men
walked out, ones that Noel and Ziva hadn't seen backstage. One was
very tall, with waist long black hair. The other was shorter, with
shoulder length blond hair. Ziva recognized them immediately.
Grabbing Noel's arm, she jumped up and down, squealing. The sound and
movement caught Cullen's attention. He stopped, dropping to a crouch.
“I
think one of my fans is deserting me for our special guests. Do you
know who these guys are, babe?” he said into the microphone. He
held it out to catch her voice.
“Yes!”
she squeaked.
“Well,
suppose you tell these nice folks, in case they don't recognize them.
To my right?”
“That's
Malin Dimas!” She hopped up and down like an excitable child.
“And
to my left?”
“Johnny
Caesar! Ohmigod!”
The
audience went insane. Noel, who liked and recognized both musicians,
couldn't help but laugh at Ziva's antics.
“Noel,
man, I think your lady's about to abandon you for a rock star.”
“Nope,
cause she knows they're both married. And she knows what I can do
with my tongue.” He flickered it like Gene Simmons. Since the
camera was focused on them, his antics made the big screen above the
stage.
The
audience went insane. The men on stage laughed loudly.
“Friend
of yours?” Malin came over to stand by Cullen. Dropping down, he
held out his hand to Ziva. “Hi there. What's your name, beautiful?”
Not
to be outdone, Johnny joined them.
“This
is Ziva. She's a doctor,” Cullen said. “And, unfortunately, she's
dating my friend, Noel.”
“You
know our songs, Ziva the Doctor?” Malin asked.
“Yes!”
“What's
your favorite?”
Put
on the spot, she blanked out on all of Malin's titles. Since she
couldn't remember the name, she sang a snatch of it.
“You
wanna hear that right now?”
“Yes!”
“Boys,
Casa Nova!” Playing a wicked riff, he strolled away from the
edge of the stage.
Cullen
hopped up, followed by Johnny. Not to be outdone, he played his own
riff, and the two had a head cutting duel before even starting the
song. Trying to outdo one another, they played more intricate things.
Johnny finally played something so bizarre, Malin couldn't seem to do
it. Stopping for a second, with the band playing behind him, he put
his hands on his hips in disgust.
“You
aren't supposed to play my own song better than me, Caesar!”
Laughing,
Johnny flipped him off and started to sing.
“Fucking
sings it better than me, too!” Malin hollered. “You want my job?”
Johnny
just laughed again, and kept singing. Cullen took over vocals and the
other two sang harmony. When the song finished, the crowd went crazy.
“I
swear to god, you both sing it better than me. That settles it, next
album, you're both on it.”
©
2018 Dellani Oakes
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