“I *knew* I’d find you here, Eighty-eight.”
“Yeah. You know I can only get so far from you, Apple of My Life.”
“How’s your flu going?” Sarcasm.
Eighty-eight didn’t answer, but instead looked to the door. The door to *her* night club. She was the Star. It all revolved around her. Like planets.
“You gonna stick around and hear me play?” she then asked, not seeing the person enter that she wanted to. Her voice was steady, unfaltering. She knew what she was doing and was in command. Not Tracy Austin Newtonia Kashkow. The latter wasn’t use to that and didn’t like it. Not one bite she didn’t.
—–
She sat at the drum kit, calmly waiting while the singer and keyboardist remained frozen around her (like planets).
Her lover entered with the sphere.
“Sorry I’m late.”
Just afterwards his car parked outside burst into flames. Like the Sun.
—–
“I think I get it,” exclaimed actress Alice Frame in her rented apartment next to Spunky’s while reading the latest script. “Ingo is controlled by the Sphere, the Sphere is controlled by…”
—–
“HIT IT!”
