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Then he rose, straightened his stuffing, held out his arms, and sailed into the orchestra pit. The audience gasped. All of us in the front row leaned forward or jumped up to see if he was all right. The orchestra pit was dark and empty. The other members of the rock band didn’t seem perturbed, though, that one of their members had departed, quite possibly for good. They were making as much noise as ever. ” I screamed to Tammy Sue. “Probably. ” Bobby Joe, being a rock star, was immune to injuries?
Well, my Lord, Mouse, how should I know? I’m not a historian or an anthropologist. Virgil just said there were a bunch of them up there. ” Surely she didn’t believe that. “Anyway,” she continued, “Tammy Sue is going to sit with us tonight because her husband’s performing, too. And then we’re all going out for dinner. ” “Fred can’t eat dinner at ten o’clock because of his reflux. ” “That wouldn’t work, either. ” “And for that, I’m eternally grateful. But this is a big deal, meeting Tammy Fay and her husband.
A full, bright moon shone against a backdrop of dark sky and against that moon a girl was silhouetted. Slowly she began to dance as a spotlight gradually lit a male figure on the stage watching her, reaching for her. “Larry didn’t book this act,” Tammy Sue whispered into my right ear. “Looks like ballet,” Fred whispered into my left ear. Whatever. It was lovely. And by the time the two were moving toward each other for an embrace, I was totally lost in the dance and unprepared for the whack against my head.