Jocelyn

Sasha the aerialist was concerned about Bing-Bong the Clown’s attention of Kira. Sasha had met Kira when both of their troupes became members of the Cirque D’ Ascend. That was about 4 months ago. Sasha and his family The Flying Gorobets were all nimble, graceful with rope like muscles coursing through arms, legs and necks.  Kira who descended from a long line of animal trainers liked to tease and control her subjects. She was known for her agility with a bullwhip and her skill in getting a booming double crack sound from it. With a knowing smile and a confident stride Kira’s authority was never a question. When Sasha first encountered Kira he was both in awe and shaken. He was attracted to her and yet felt tense around her. Sasha’s cousin Oola warned Sasha to balance his emotions and not tumble.  Many had been, and were intoxicated by Kira. Sasha remembers one night at the Blind Cock Pub in White Hills overhearing Loopie, Ari and Herbert discuss Kira. They mentioned the names of other performers who had been “close” to Kira. One familiar name was a clown named Jolly Wally who one day changed his act and name to Woeful Wally. Gone were the belly laughs, now replaced by a performance of introspective irony.  All three nodded in agreement that after Kira and Wally parted – so did his Jolly. Sasha believed at the time that they were all sour because of Kira’s billing in the show. [Loopie did a drunk tight rope act and Ari and Herbert, both heavily muscled, did an intense human balancing act. For example Ari would lie on his back, extend one leg into the air and the larger Herbert would stand upon Ari’s foot while Ari lifted him up and down. There were also many whispers about their relationship].  

       No one remembers the last time they saw Bing-Bong without his make-up. Few even knew his real name; some believed it was Max, others thought Clotaire. When asked for his real name he would sternly say- it is Bing-Bong! His face was a dense layer upon layer of make-up. His pants shiny and stained. Never did his wig leave his head. The gloves a permanent second skin upon his hands. Bing-Bong’s philosophy was that a clown was a superman among men. Bing-Bong believed that, felt that and became that. A clown is royalty. A clown is all you want or nothing you want. A clown could make you laugh, cry and want to protect him. You could be tricked, confused and outraged by him. Or seduced by him. A clown controls.

       Sasha’s suspicions of Bing-Bong’s intentions were confirmed one evening during a very intense part of the trapeze act he performed with his cousin Vasily.

 

        Jocelyn was smart enough to realize the value of Derrick’s stupidity and anger. And he dressed very well.  If you are going to play with jerks, at least make it a well-dressed jerk. Derrick was the kind of guy who went along with it, whether it made sense or not. This made him the perfect ploy/accomplice. He felt he was getting something out of it, while that something was inconsequential to Jocelyn. She was very focused in these matters. The phone number exchange had to not only be timed right, but at the proper angle with the correct lighting. The scene created had to get its point across in a flash. It would be an image that would remain active in an unsuspecting mind. It would be reviewed and analyzed again and again. The viewer would question:” Did I really see that”? The images would stick and become the scene that would never end. The eternal late night re-run. It was at times like this that Jocelyn identified with the great German silent film directors.

       Derrick is always ready; his hands reflexing into a fist almost as often as his blinks. The thought of anything going wrong never enters Derrick’s mind. He has no time for that. Derrick feels that “Losers worry about things going wrong. So what if something goes wrong. Just walk away. Keeping walking and it is way behind you. History. There are people like Ed who like to worry about things going wrong. “Let ‘em. Those are the ones who like to keep going over things in their head. What a waste of time. It distracts so much that they can’t think of important things like eating. Or going to Crescent Bay to play the slots. Or driving fast. Or what a fine ass Jocelyn has. And how I am gonna help her out and maybe get something in return. Actually not maybe, definitely. I am just being polite.”

      Rich deserts have a special place not only in Ted’s stomach, but his heart. Ted studies deserts the way an architect studies his designs.  He thinks the average desert lover only cares about the flavor. The statement “it tasted better than it looked” offends him. Deserts have a fundamental aesthetic that must be adhered to.  It needs to look good.  It must have balance and a firm foundation. It needs to have delectable colors. It needs to make a statement.  It needs to have a mysterious energy that sets it apart from other treats. And it needs to have a berry or cherry. Preferably on top of delectable cream.   However, others do not appreciate Ted’s passion. He is snickered at.  And in his quest to be quickly exposed to many deserts, he usually stains his clothes.   He has found that to truly savior deserts, he must do it in private.  Like out by the pool the night of Mickey’s birthday party.  But the joy of digesting his potpourri of sweets was interrupted. It was the image. “Could I be wrong? Maybe I am wrong but it sure looked that way” “What if I am not wrong?” “What if I think I am so right that if I tell someone they would say, that can’t be, “You are wrong.” 

       Ted can have his desserts, thinks his brother Ed.  For him exotic cocktails accessorized with little umbrellas are worth the calories. It is like sending your mouth and mind on a tropical adventure.  The enticing blending of flavors…the intense colors….the crisp sensations extinguishing a warm weather thirst. And the names of the beverages! A Rumble Rum Eruption, a Poco Loco, a Wayward Schooner and his favorite: a Bali Veri Hai.   Jocelyn never shared, as Ted called it, “the lure of the tropical drink“. But she could mix a great one.  It was funny that she never tried one.  She said that the umbrellas, custom swizzle sticks and fruit riding the glass rim made it difficult for her to smoke and drink at the same time. Many a night she would light up, pour herself some red wine and would then create a cocktail for Ed. And then another one.  And then ….another.   Soon the soft hum of the air conditioner became the sound of a gentle lapping ocean and the couch became a hammock .And then before he knew it, it was morning and waking up in the living room.  Friends could not understand the connection between Ed and Jocelyn.  But he knew she was all right. Whenever he woke up after too many of Jocelyn’s cocktails the apartment would be empty.  But a few hours later she would arrive with bagels.

            For Mickey’s party Jocelyn insisted on making pitcher after pitcher of fantastic concoctions.  It was a great party.  Boy, Mickey knows lots of people Ed thought as he sat caressing a frosty Casa Coco Rico adorned with a teal umbrella and fluorescent green mixing stick topped with an octopus.   He was feeling marvelous even though he could not stand.  He smugly chuckled to himself. Jocelyn looked as gorgeous as ever tonight.    While he was not the best looking guy on the block, and never lost the weight he had gained after Junior High, he was smart and knew how to make money.  By adding TVs and snack bars to his chain of laundries, business had gone up by 39%. He turned to give Jocelyn a kiss but she was gone.  She had just been right next to him. “I must have nodded out for a few minutes.  Ahhh the lure of the tropical drink he giggled. Hey Ted! Hey Ted! Come over here. Sit down next to your big brother. Hey…what’s with the look?  You feeling sick? You got to lay off those deserts. Come on, come on, sit down, have a drink and tell me what‘s new.” 

 

 

 

 

           Dorthea was aced once again by Heidi.  Heidi oozes confidence.  No one else could have carried off the mask and glove combination with such panache.  Without effort, her ability to captivate is amazing.  Women envy her.  Men are intimidated.  Her hair slightly wild, quads firm, triceps and biceps taut, and her sense of color: lush.  And her smirk is perfect. It was both inviting and powerful. Lips parted in a way that made her seem to know the answer to any question before it was asked. She is knowledgeable. She knows how apply the right degree of pressure. It is the kind of force that lets one know that she is in charge.  And this all comes naturally for Heidi. You could see signs of this when she worked summers at Zach’s Aluminum Sign Shop. When a sign was returned because of a spelling or design error, she would put on heavy duty work gloves and punch the error.  This dent was a sign for all. It said; you made a mistake and I am pointing it out.

           Dorthea was absolutely positive that tonight her look was right.  Years of research, preparation and exercise finally came together.  There were times when her “look” was almost there.  About seven months ago, preparing for an evening of dancing at Little Jo and Big Bo’s, she thought she got it.  The skirt was the right length, hair so shiny it looked like old shellac 78’s, her breasts discreetly yet provocatively displayed in silky white, but her expression wrong.  It was weak, lacking in confidence.  Those who knew her would chuckle to themselves that when push came to shove, there would be no push.  It was all in the way her lips bent into a content smile. Not what was needed.  Even the lizard green lipstick did not help. She needed and wanted a smirk.  The kind of smirk that would let whoever she met know that behind whip lashed eyelashes she knew better. And more. And was capable of more.   Maybe because the look did not have the experience to back it up, the smile was not a smirk.  But one of Dorthea's best qualities was hard work.  When others would give up, she was just getting started.  Maybe it was because of growing up in a large family, she was used to competition.  She went beyond giving it her best. She gave… excellence.  If she lost, well, she tried.  So the smile needed to be replaced by the smirk and she was determined to do it.

          She did the psychical work necessary; stretching, bending and spent hours working on her kicks.  The kicks became so precise that she was able to blacken both of Billy’s eyes when he tried to “help” Dorothea clean the garage. Mutual friends laughed when they asked him what happened.  He used to say that he got hit by a swinging door. Everybody broke up when Eric said “that must have happened going in and coming out!”  Everyone knew the truth which was good for Dorthea’s developing reputation. It was believed by many that this reputation helped get Dorthea her first job as a returns clerk at the local Grand Buy.  With naturally strong arms, customers were impressed by her ability to lift TVs and home entertainments units as long as they were packed in their original boxes. It was at this point that her “following” started. Real hi-fi nuts; men who were always purchasing the latest in entertainment electronics. They quickly became recognizable.  She would see them about every 30 days as the store warranties were about to expire. They would drag in their units, projectors and receivers and watch intently as Dorthea effortlessly lifted them.  Staring as the veins in her arms darkened, they would make little jokes about how the equipment did not match their expectations. That they needed some-thing “stronger, tougher and stylish”.  But woe, to the customer who did not have a receipt.

           And as plans for the evening were forming and Heidi was doing a last minute hair tousle, Dorthea was left to wonder if she really had been giving enough of an effort.  The corners of her mouth curled down. There would no smirk tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 Red Eye

     Too much food. Guzzling beer. Eating candy. Licking ice cream. Shooting pinball. Spinning around on rides. Smoking joints. Petting Farm animals.  Tongues meeting tongues. Pulling slot machines.  And jerking heads in time to the music.  It was an amazing night.  Every August East Blueview Beach had its annual Festival and 5H Farm Show.  It ran from Thursday through Saturday.   Bobbi,  Skolie, Dennis, Burt and Lara were psyched.  They had gone every night and had a blast. Marvin had gone the first night but got into a fight at the corn dog stand.  He had been drunk and was positive that the guy standing next to him spit in his beer, so he took a swing at him and wound up popping some women in the ear. State troopers had to break the ensuing fight.  Marvin spent the night in jail and was told that if he tried to come back, he would be thrown out on his butt.  He wound up having to do community service by picking up trash along the viaduct. 

     But he had to go back to the Festival.. Saturday night was the all out best.  The Stenderd Rendered Band was headlining with The Tennessee Skies opening.  They had such a good time that none of them could remember the full evening.  Each one took a turn to remind the others what happened.    They were all good friends.  And even though Lara had lived with Skolie for about a year and was dating his cousin Marvin, everything was cool.  These were the kind of times you look back on. They were sure glad Bobbi brought her camera and took pictures.  Except when the photos came back from Del-Mart.  Bobbi used the cheap camera her grandma gave her.  This caused lots of red eye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     After three seasons on the road, the Enchanted Amusements Traveling Carnival troupe grew irritated with each other. Working long hours and forced to live in compact, strained conditions was a combustible formula. Traits once charming and attractive became ugly and selfish.  You could only hear the same story, complaint or crush and tales of subsequent heartbreak so many times.  While audiences saw joyful faces, resentment was the truth.  The old joke that the knife thrower was not a show’s only back stabber, had a prick of truth.  You never know who to trust or confined in.  Night into another night. Small towns blending into medium small towns and cities.  Costumes from a distant looking glittery, sexy and heroic were really worn and sourly pungent.  But like everything else, only when you are in it, living and breathing the life, did you know it.  Viewed from the stands it was all fantasy and courage. The handsome, beautiful and brave. The agile, clever and seductive. Week nights, three performances on Saturdays and two on Sundays, then pack and travel on.

The hours after an evening’s last spectacle, before hitting the road, brought out the worse in these merry performers. It was time to unwind, become real and try and drop the act.  Morgan was visibility upset. Heavy tears swam down colorful cheeks.  Morgan had peeked around the Loony Balloon and Dastardly Dart stall and saw Syndee in intimate conversation with Todd.  Syndee relished all attention and enjoyed the game.   Good or bad, her objective was to be noticed and to hold and twist that attention. Todd, the handsome egoistical lead rider in the Globe of Death was very willing. Syndee was a versatile performer who seductively inhabited her costume. Whether scooping at the Creamy Treat cart or pitching in at the Tent of Terror, she drew a response. Her favorite role was as Countess Syndella, Predictor of Fortunes.  This grand title allowed her an opportunity to be creative and toy with drunken minds. Insincerity… an exhilarating feeling and a quality she was keenly proud of.  Morgan was cowed by Syndee. Morgan had believed there was a connection with Todd after some tequila enhanced flirting.  Seeing them now tightly together was painful. Morgan felt like a gullible fool. 

      Van the Escape Artist always saw himself as a peace maker, sensitive to all. When stress was high, his calming manner and little jokes were a relief. One of his favorite bits was to pretend he was locked inside a bathroom stall and cry out “Help, I am trapped!”    Seeing Morgan upset, he offered drinks and cheer. But the tears kept streaming.  Coleman, gripping his “medicine”, wobbled by on rubbery legs. Van yelled to Coleman to lend a hand comforting Morgan. Coleman, the eternal huckster with a bloodshot bally pitch.  He had been in character for so long, the original Coleman evaporated.  A true veteran of the midway – name it, he did it – even kootch shows.  Now Coleman ran the petting zoo during by day and the popular Dirty Disco Challenge (over 18’s only) late on Saturday nights.  But he never lost his sense of humor. He glanced at Van and kept on stumbling.  Van hollered to Coleman “Got some time for a drink and to cheer up a pal “.  Without hesitation, “I have had seen it all before, and I am not interested in seeing anymore” bellowed Coleman.  He self-congratulatory snickered, and continued staggering away.

Morgan

Jocelyn

Dorthea

Erica

    It seemed to Erica that she was constantly being invited to parties.  Endless spinning rooms of faces, crudités and clothing patterns.  Plaid, polka dot, stripes, shiny vinyl, paisley, animal prints and celery stalks dizzyingly floated around Erica. With each soiree, her enthusiasm and willingness to socialize evaporated. She found less people to be interested in, and less people interested in her. No matter the event or party theme.  There was her cousin Kate’s engagement party.  Kate’s work friends were all clustered together gossiping about work, especially about someone named Andre. Erica stood nearby with a pained smile and tried to act interested. After a round of giggles and raised eyebrows regarding Andre, Erica attempted to join the happy group by breezily asking, “Whose Andre?”.  “You don’t want to know” came the reply as the group shuttered down, thus ending any further exchange. The group all looked at Erica and like a dandelion facing a breeze, slowly floated away. Erica stood for minutes not knowing where to go.

In January she went to a party for Kevin, who was one of her best friends in High School. They took the same art classes and hated the same teachers.  She periodically stayed in touch with Kevin. In their early 20’s they went to museums, galleries and free outdoor concerts together along with a rotating cast of others who appeared like guest stars. In particular there was Kurt.  Erica thought Kurt was interesting, thoughtful and attractive. He worked doing fund raising for not-for-profits, enjoyed lite jazz fusion and was an avid bike rider. They spent one night together after exploring used bookstores and having dinner at a hip Japanese/Cajun fusion restaurant.  Kurt promised to call her once he got back from his cross country bike ride. She never heard from him again. Kevin told her that Kurt sent him a card stating that he had several enlightening experiences during his journey and decided not to return and to never bike again. Erica was disappointed yet understood. In a way she wished she could journey to someplace where it was not a strain to be social.  Where people would “get” her and share similar interests.

    The party for Kevin was to celebrate a job promotion to district something or another. Kevin was a dear friend, yet Erica felt that the qualities, lifestyle and interests they shared were slowly melting away. She was introduced to what Kevin referred to as the cool people he worked with. Kevin whispered to Erica that these folks were “crazeee”, into the arts and she would love them. The conversation turned to film.  It was an animated conversation with names of movies that she had only heard of on TV commercials and seen in the Young Adult Fiction section of bookstores.  Lots of excited cooing about Aliens, Killers, Terminal Illness and Affairs. Burt who shared an office with Kevin asked Erica if she had seen any good flicks. “Yes!” said Erica. I really loved “Le Cri du Coeur Adolescent Effrayé”*! Is that Spanish someone asked? I think it’s a Italian cop comedy another said. “ I don’t like movies where I can’t understand the language”, Burt said. “Except for kung-fu movies! Getting smacked around sounds the same in any language.” Everyone cracked up except for a puzzled Erica.  

    It was at Janet’s 10th annual holiday get-together that Erica truly felt isolated from those around her. Being that it was the 10th year, Janet went all out and rented Roxanne’s Lair and invited everyone she knew and to bring friends. Janet invited Erica who she did not really understand but respected her as an independent thinker.  Janet felt that knowing Erica reflected well on her. Many times, friends would ask Janet, “Who was that quite woman who seems very smart? How do you know her?” Roxanne’s had been a hot club a few years back but was now lukewarm. It still had a powerful sound system which was great for dancing but not for talking.   Not that anyone wanted to talk. They wanted to drink, dance, feel good and dance some more. It was a bombastic frenzy of whirling arms and legs.  Everyone was having a fantastic time. Everyone except for one lone figure who found the music tedious, the inability to carry on a conversation because of the volume annoying, and the short attention span of those spastically pirouetting around her irritating. As the fervor increased Erica receded. She could not relate to the crowd. She needed to make a change. It was not fair to blame others if they did not enjoy her company and see her as she saw herself.  It was at this point Erica thought that she might take up bike riding and plan a very long ride.

 

*"The Cry of the Frightened Adolescent Heart".

Jessica and Sebastian

 

     Jessica and Sebastian always look forward to their walks together.  It gives them both a chance to chat and indulge in their hobby of making new friends.  Though not related or married, they consider themselves a relation closer than friends.  When they met (at Wayne’s party) they were thrilled to learn that they both share a common obsession: the beauty of the common man or woman.  And what better place to view such beauty than the flowing exhibitions of the streets, parks and the cities waterways.  An endless parade of both the classic and cutting edge.  Each season adding its own charm. The moodiness of Fall texturing the subject with swirling dried leaves. Winter figures becoming huddled cubist shapes as they force themselves through the cold.  Energized physiques stretching in the Spring glimmer.  But Summer! Oh yea summer!  That is the best time of year for Jessica and Sebastian to savor their objects d’art.  The temperatures causing the “works” to glisten like a varnish finish. And when the heat intensifies, these collectables slow languid movements give the viewer an opportunity to truly appreciate their fine points. 

     Like all great art, they search for that which is unique.  They fancy themselves connoisseurs of the human form.  There are times their viewing reaches points of intense mutual appreciation so fevered that they must possess the object.  They are collectors. Even if it is only for a short time.

Max and Clarissa

    Max and Clarissa always had to be the first to hit the trendiest night spots. Getting up early in the morning meant 2pm.  4pm was much more sensible. They lived for the (hopeful) thrill and rush of the night scene.

    They were present on the opening night of the pet shop set Really Wild Kingdom. They sipped cocktails at the Ringaleavio Rumroom’s premiere.  They danced into the long broken rays of the morning sun at the LLog Cabin: the legendary nightery that lasted a scant 5 days. Located far along the blue trail in Weeping Mulberry State Park, it was quickly silenced by Park Rangers.  Not because of the noise; it was closed down because club goers trampled and ruined the trails. Visitors did not want to hike (very hard in high heels) to the LLog. Instead they drove or took taxis, which ruined the hiking paths.  Disturbing shrill car horns terrified the forest’s animal inhabitants.  The artificial scent of perfume and hair gel and piercing headlights put creatures on guard against these amusement seekers.  Plus wandering through a forest lit only by moonlight made following trail markings difficult, and led to many fancy attired merrymakers needing rescuing.  And insect repellent.

     Max and Clarissa felt they were the pulse of the afterhours.  The Duke and Duchess of Diversion. Yet somehow they missed the unveiling of Sparky’s House of Sparks.   A powerful buzz was generated after Sparky’s premiere night. A buzz that built to a screech in both of their now beautiful people dented minds.  Hoping that it was not because they were no longer “in the know”, no longer the couple who knew what was hot, no longer the duo whose lifestyle was envied and gossiped about.  It must have been some mistake.  Perhaps they now needed to do a better job of listening to others instead of their usual empty nodding and smiling.  Possibly someone did mention Sparky’s… but they were too absorbed in their looking attractive to hear it.  After all, preening is important and takes concentration.  Yes, that was it, be a better listener! But that would take work. Maybe just act like a better listener…that should be enough.

Max and Clarissa arrived to Sparky’s second night flush with delirious expectations.  A new people friendly attitude to go along with their already legendary visual appeal.  After all, Sparky’s promised “An Electrifying Experience”.  Now with their presence, that promise would absolutely be met.

Constance

   Constance believes the air around her to be rarified. Her scent, an aura that wafts through a room like a luscious potpourri. Her aroma, a pleasure for others. Her perfumes, an announcement; ‘I am here!” Her powders, a monologue that keep an audience in rapt attention.  Her cigarette smoke, an instant impression that encircle and trap all that are near.  So what if others were angered by her bold fragrant actions. They are envious. If only they could exude so lavishly.

   Even if you did not see or hear Constance, you knew she was there. Eyes would begin to burn, nostrils twitch and skin itch. Her presence hovering and then burrowing into pores.

   And after leaving, she lingers like an irritating afterthought. People would remember her.

Teddy and Roberta

Teddy and Roberta have a long standing tradition of spending New Year’s together. Both are quite popular which gets them invited to lots of parties.  They are fun gregarious types whose exuberance for frivolity and alcohol consumption guides others to merriment.  Roberta’s endearing traits include a hearty laugh, raucous warbling, expressing a dilettante’s taste in chocolates and tight falling hugs. The hugs are especially weighted after Roberta periodically loses her glasses.  There have been many occasions when Roberta’s tilted embraces lead to a crumbled collapse duet.   The next day always brings strong coffee and a recapping of the previous evening. Teddy and Roberta having difficulty remembering the times they have had, but they believe it was fun. People tell them that they were hysterical.