To the End
I wrote this while bored in chat, its short and not porn, but I liked the idea so, it got produced.
Two stood in the cramped dressing room, the lizard's half-completed make-up already ruined by the silent streams of tears. The basset hound turned after his final word and reached for the door's handle. Before it could be turned, the door opened and a stagehand broke into the breaking moment to remind the lizard of their five-minute call time. The canine took this moment to part, whispering a quiet apology to the crew worker as he hurried past.
The worker just gave a confused glance to the performer, who donned their best show-stopping smile, thanking the other and asking to please shut the door. Once they were sure they were truly alone, the reptilian turned back to the mirror and proceeded to pull out their phone and dial a number marked Anonymous, holding it by their shoulder as they expertly winged their eyeliner.
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That night's song would be Dance Me to the End of Love by Madeline Peyroux, sure to be a crowd pleaser in the drag bar. A single spot light shone through the smoky darkness, illuminating the painted goddess as they stood poised behind the mic. As the strings of the stand-up bass sounded and reverberated across the lounge, followed by sharp hits of a piano, it had begun.
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The hound stalked the back alleyways, having taken a bus to get to the bar in the first place. His actions he justified, it was all too much, too much at stake, a single person was not worth these risks. His drooping ears picked apart a different rhythm other than his own, a few feet behind him. Panic, turning down another corner in this unknown territory. More footsteps, faster.
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"Dance me through the panic 'till I'm gathered safely in." rode the lyrics atop dark satin tones. Old memories of those once loved and trusted, they closed their eyes slowly to imagine the tones, keep their mind on the music.
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What he had feared the most appeared before him, a dead end. Flipping around, trying to intimidate, console, beg. The bulky shadow before him raised something in both of its hands.
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"Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn." It would be about now, it would just become another mishap swept beneath with the tide. Though that same tide would wash up memories of that same mistake to be drowned in that night's whiskey and tears. They grabbed the mic's neck and began strangling it, clenching their teeth, hidden behind soft pearly lips.
"Dance me to the end of love..."
A feint, seemingly far-off crack, barely audible to those in the building.
"Dance me to the end of love..."
Another, heads near the windows turn a bit, but the sultry vibes bring then back into the warm sounds.
"Dance me to the end...of...love..."
The broad-shouldered dragon re-entered the bar, slipping something into his coat-pocket, giving a nod to the stage. A knowing nod was returned, then bowed as the crowd erupted into applause.