Death #22:
It’s a Wrap
By Louise
Once upon a
time in Denver-
or was it
Portland? I don't remember.
We were about
to do a show...
wait a
minute, was it Idaho?
All these
places look the same-
guess that's
just the price of fame.
The traveling
is just so boring
but show-time
makes it worth the touring.
Anyway, we
were on in five-
the
excitement in the air made us feel alive.
Our fans were
restless, starting to shout,
urging us to
come on out.
So out we
came, right on cue
to fevered
screams... that's nothing new.
And, as
usual, the loudest cry
Was for Nick,
their favorite guy.
And of
course, he ate it up,
drank in the
adoration with a loving cup.
The rest of
us began to sing
and finally
Nicky did his thing.
He swayed to
the left, then to the right,
he knew he
was a sexy sight.
But little
did anyone guess
his actions
would lead to great distress.
While we sung
the songs and did the dance,
most fans'
eyes were on his pants.
They really
were a size too small,
he had
nothing to hide, he was showing it all.
But although
it looked like it might hurt,
everything
was cool until he unbuttoned his shirt.
On toning his
body he'd been working hard,
his buffed-up
abs were his trump card.
A sound of appreciation
shot through the crowd
even up on
stage, it was really loud.
He grinned
widely and began to preen...
it would have
gone well but for a single teen.
She had short
blond hair... or was it brown?
And instead
of smiling, she wore a frown.
Nick caught
her eye, and gave her a wink
but she
crossed her arms and simply blinked.
Was she
really immune to his charms?
Could she be
indifferent to his well-muscled arms?
Was she
blind? Did she not see
how firm and
perfect he'd come to be?
He finished
the song, added a quick twist
then a hard
pelvic thrust that couldn't be missed.
But instead
of a look of a fan well sated,
the teen girl
looked even more frustrated.
Was that
anger in her eyes?
Didn't she
see him as a prize?
Although it
wasn't part of the show,
Nick was
puzzled. He had to know.
Despite the
warning Security gave,
Nick ignored
the rules with a dismissive wave.
He went to
the very edge of the stage
and leaned
way over, her to engage.
“You know I'm
such an awesome man
yet you don't
seem to be a fan.”
A spark of
rage in her eye was gleaming
and then the
teen girl started screaming.
“You strut
and flex and smirk and tease
but you never
follow through and please!
You're just
like every guy we know...
All talk and
ego, but no show!”
A murmur then
went through the crowd.
“You know,
she's right,” someone said aloud.
“What's all
this look but do not touch?
A girl can
only take so much!”
That's when
things went very bad;
something
shifted and the fans turned mad.
Hands reached
up and grabbed Nick's leg
he didn't
even have a chance to beg.
The crowd
enveloped him with a scream
to the rest
of us it was a bad, bad dream.
Everyone
wanted a piece of Nick;
Security got
us out of there quick.
The last we
saw of the man we knew
was a ripped
piece of shirt and a flying shoe.
His
over-sized ego had sprung the trap
Rest
in peace, Nicky... and that's a wrap.
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