SHARING THE SHOWS
This is a piece of flash fiction written in a workshop held by Gotham on June 14, 2019. It was inspired by show experiences and takes a slice of life from my screenplay's protagonist. “Wait until that deal come round, don’t you let that deal go down.” So the singer crooned into the microphone. Devin was happy to hear some live music after escaping from her Dad and evil stepmother. Lynda. What the fuck was up with her, having to step into their lives? She wasn’t Devin’s Mom! She bopped her head back and forth and twirled around in a circle, her favorite dance moves. Everyone knew that was Devin’s space, the world Devin had fashioned for herself in the midst of all the worlds created by her fellow dancers. Then she looked over and saw him. A man, looked about three or four years older than her, tall, dark complexion, and wearing a tye-dyed Grateful Dead shirt! Hottie, Deadhead, available! she thought. She tried to make eye contact with him as she danced around, hoping he’d come over and spin her around. He looked toward her, and she gave an awkward smile. He smiled back. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her right shoulder. She turned around, and it was Shane in all his dreadlocked glory. “What?” Devin asked. “I’m gonna go get a drink, you want one?” he asked. “No, I’m fine,” Devin responded hurriedly. Tye-dye guy had turned away from Devin. Dammit, she thought. That guy thinks fucking Shane is my boyfriend. “Must be getting early,” the singer belted into the mic. “Clocks are getting late.” She continued to dance, and the guy wasn’t even looking at her. Until he was. His position had changed on the dance floor; he was a few feet closer to her. Don’t look like you’re interested, Devin thought. Pretend not to notice! Suddenly, Devin felt another tap on her shoulder. It was Shane holding a glass of water and presenting it to her. “Shane, I’m good, I don’t need a water,” Devin said, her patience beginning to run thin. “You always get dehydrated, though,” he said. Devin slinked away from Shane and toward this mystery guy. Fuck it, she thought. I’ll talk first if he’s not going to. Suddenly, she saw a blonde in a flowy skirt put her arms around the guy’s eyes. The guy turned around, and they kissed passionately. Devin exhaled deeply as her heart sunk. She walked back toward Shane and took the water. “Thanks,” she said as she took the water. “I was born in a desert, I was raised in a lion’s den,” the singer bellowed as she reclaimed her original spot on the dance floor. By the time “New Minglewood Blues” finished, Guy in Tye-Dye had disappeared from her memory, and she was ready to rock again.
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