It will be over before you know it,” she reassures me with a pat on the back. It’s two minutes and thirty-five seconds of your life.
“And then you go and completely ruin it,” I mutter with a shake of my head, taking another deep breath and turning away from herto face the curtains again. “Just think: Instead of having that giant pole up your ass, you’ll have it in the palm of your hands and be swinging on it in about forty-five seconds,” she says with a smirk.
“That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I tell her with a sniffle. My eyes start to burn as they fill with tears, and I quickly blink them back before they ruin the perfect cat-eye eyeliner and false lashes she applied for me in the dressing room an hour ago. And that hot piece of man meat out there in the audience who has no idea what’s about to hit him.” This is where you take back your life and give a giant fuck you to that dipshit of an ex-husband. You finally let your hair down, literally and figuratively,” she reminds me as I tentatively run my fingers through my long blond hair, which she recently convinced me to put caramel highlights in and which has been curled and teased and hangs around my shoulders and halfway down my back. I start to back away from the curtain when she reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me from running as fast as I can off this stage and out of this club. “Do you thinkthis is something I’m a hundred percent confident about right now? I feel sick. “Do you need a pep talk?” Ariel questions, with a confused look on her face. “If it’s burning eternally, it’s probably chlamydia,” Ariel deadpans. ‘Is this burning, an eternal flame’ isa beautiful and passionate lyric,” I argue with her, my voice rising to beheard over the catcalls, whistling, and clapping happening on the other side ofthe curtain, as the woman who went on before me finishes up her performance. But just so you know, ‘Eternal Flame’ by the Bangles is not a horrible eighties song. “I took your advice and chose another song. Sure, it’s an unusual way to make your dreams come true, but everyone has to start somewhere. But, she’s one of the reasons I’m standing here right now, getting ready to do something I never thought I’d do. It still feels weird to call her my friend, considering a few months ago I had no desire to ever speak to her, let alone get to know her. My pep talk is interrupted and my eyes fly open to find my friend, Ariel standing next to me backstage. “Do you normally have over a hundred complete strangers in your bedroom watching you take your clothes off while dancing to a horrible ’80s song?”
Close your eyes and pretend you’re just dancing in your bedroom,” I whisper to myself. An erotic song that I don’t recognize plays through the club on the other side of the curtain, the heavy, thumping bass from the music vibrating through my body. Until now.Closing my eyes, I take a few deep,calming breaths as I stand behind a black velvet curtain in the dimly lit backstage area. Chandler went on to movies and best-selling novels Butler stayed in the picture business, his work never reaching book form. Butler, whose star shone as brightly as Chandler’s in the pages of the pulps. It was Chandler’s compadre from the pages of Black Mask and Dime Detective magazines, John K.
#The stroke of midnight movie
After a few years, a call from Hollywood sprung him from the pulpwood pages of the detective-fiction magazines and onto a movie lot, where he began crafting features that would light up the screens during Tinsletown’s golden age. In the 1930s and ’40s, he wrote about the otherworldly landscape of Southern California with a tough elegance themes bordered on poetry, driving his tarnished but noble knight through a neon-lit neverland. Steve had seen Zohar work his magic on a three-a-day vaudeville circuits, but the turbaned mystic had never bamboozled him so thoroughly from the stage as he did the ndight he produced a blond corpse instead of the customary rabbits from his gimmick coffin right in the back seat of Steve’s own hack. Introducing Steve Midnight, hacker extraordinary for the Red Owl Cab Company, and his amazing fare, Zohar the Great.