The two principles linked arms and took three bows as the lights ballyhooed one to the left, one to the right and a last deep bow right down center. The crowd roared their appreciation.
Then the dancers rushed off into the wings as a pair of stagehands rushed in to clear the mic stands. They dragged the carpet offstage inside sixty seconds. Frank was professionally impressed.
A jangly guitar intro burst in as the applause died down, and the DJ came back over the mic: “Yes sir, here in Paradise City the grass is legal and the girls are are so fucking hot you want to take them home!”
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Also, I want to say thank you to all my readers, both for your patronage and your patience. I’m a slow writer — after a few paragraphs my hand wants to do something other than type lol — but I’m about halfway through Club Paradise, Chapter 3. Stay tuned.