A Musical

by Gina

I had far too much to do. Practicing. Rehearsing. All kinds of paperwork. My hair was dirty. I was too tired to change out of my ragged cutoffs and ripped T-shirt. I just sat on the sofa, for just a little bit. I closed my eyes for just a minute. Sigh. Singing. I could hear someone singing. But the stereo and the TV weren't on. I got up and walked through the house. The singing seemed to be coming from the master bathroom. It was a man's voice. And it was familiar to me, somehow. I opened the door slowly and the room was very dark with some lit huge white column candles. My eyes were drawn to the far corner, as the singing was coming from the Jacuzzi, and as I drew closer, this was the song I heard.

(Tune: Hernando's Hideaway)
"I know a place where we can go.
A place where no one knows your face.
I'll bite your neck and you'll feel great
right here in Armand's Hideaway. Ole!"

The voice then spoke to me, involuntarily drawing me closer. "Why don't you come in and join me?" I could see him a little better now. And our eyes joined and I could not look away. "Armand?" "Yes, my dear, it's Armand." He was sitting in my Jacuzzi, but it wasn't turned on. But there was something in it, filling it. It was a bit dark, but the candle light reflected off it, and it was practically shimmering and strangely bouncing around a little. "Armand, what is that you're sitting in?" I queried. "Why, it's Jello, my dear." "Jello, you're sitting in uh, jello?" "Cherry red jello" he explained. "You really expect me to get in a big Jacuzzi full of cherry red jello?" "It's sugar free, and I didn't want you to be off your diet." "You fixed this for me?" He smiled a very leisurely smile. "Yes chica, it's all for you. Everything in here is all for you."

I very gingerly started to step in and he held out his hand to guide me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt like I was going to slip, but he already seemed to sense my impending fear, and he protectively pulled me in. "Don't worry. Nothing will harm you. I won't allow it." As I stepped in the slippery mass and drew closer to him, my fears fled, and they were quickly replaced by an overwhelming attack of the sillies. I started giggling. "This feels so weird. It's so gushy." "What's so funny?" "This is. You are. This whole thing. It's so mushy. So gushy. So squishy. Squishy. Squishy. Squishy. " "No dear. Not everything. Not everything in here is squishy." He was looking at me with a strange expression. "Uh, um, Armand."

"Yes, my dear" "Uh, I don't think this is going to work. I mean, well, uh, I don't think we could be well, you know, uh, " "What?" "Well, uh, uh I'm, I'm a bit challenged." "Challenged? How?" "I think I'm vampire challenged. I don't think I can well, I don't think you'd be happy, and, and, and" "Chica, you're doing just fine. You can remember my name can't you?" "Yes" I quietly spoke. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Armand" And with that he kissed me and swiftly pulled me on top of him. He reached behind him for something. "What is that you have, Armand?' Your favorite, my sweet, you love to have this with your jello. It was a can of whipped cream. Which he promptly sprayed on my nose. And then he slowly licked it off. And then he sprayed my mouth. And slowly licked that off too. I took the can away from him. And I sprayed it everywhere. In his hair. All over him. All over the walls. Everywhere. Streams of whipped cream, flying everywhere. And I laughed. And the more I laughed the more I jumped up and down with glee. And of course, the more I did this, the more excited he became.

He was kissing me with a frenzy, trailing wet whipped cream smooshies all over me. "This is the only real evil left," he sighed in my ear. "You mean, making out with a vampire in a jello filled Jacuzzi?" "No my sweet dear. It's making out with a chica in the jello filled Jacuzzi." I was rapturous with longing , and I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him. I couldn't seem to stop kissing him and rubbing my lips against his chest. "Are you ready for me now? Have you conquered your fear? Remember, that love sheds light on the darkest of nights, and pales fear and softens blows from the dauntlessness of might." "I'm ready Armand. Please hurry. I can't wait." I was absolutely burning up with desire. He slowly drew back the hair from my neck and leaned in with his hot, hungry breath. I was shaking with anticipation. Shaking my head. There was ringing in my head. No, it wasn't my head. It was the telephone. A wrong number. I leaned back on the sofa. Talk about a weird dream. Vampires and red jello. Where'd I get that from? I closed my eyes again. Just for a minute.

Oh no. Music. Again. This time it was organ music. Reverberating from the walls. The ceiling. And even from the floor. And then a voice singing. A man's voice. A strangely familiar man's voice. And it was coming from the bathroom. Again. So I went to the door. And I opened it to see a large lit candelabra in the corner, and there was someone singing in the running shower. And this is the song he sang:.

"I'm in your fantasies, you know it's true,
You're going to sing for me, my angel of muse,
I'll hold the curtain for you, just step inside,
The Phantom of the Opera is here to drive you out of your mind."

I willed myself to stop and turn around, but I couldn't move away from his voice. I saw a hand holding back the curtain, and the voice spoke to me. "Come closer, Chica" I came closer, and he said, "Well, you're going to have to take off that outfit before you get in." I looked down, and I was wearing a long dress. I threw it over my head and looked down to see a lace up corset. I couldn't reach the laces to undo it. He spoke, "Come in, and I'll undo you."

Against all my better judgment, I stepped in the shower. "I' so glad you could join me, chica. I've been waiting for you for such a long, long, time." "You have?" "Yes, and now I'm going to help you." "Yes, and hurry it up with getting this corset undone. It's killing me. I can hardly take a breath with this thing one." "Yes, I'll do that, and I'll do even more for you. " Really, how so?" "I'm going to help you prepare for the Chicas Convention. "Huh? What do you mean?" "You're going to see that song you've been avoiding" "What song? "You know very well what song. The one you're going to sing. And sing for me." "But I, I can't sing that one." "You can, and you will" "It's too hard for me. It's out of my league." "That's not so, chica. You're going to start practicing with me right now." "In the shower?" I was a bit bewildered. "Yes, chica, the warm water will calm your vocal chords and help you relax." "Now turn around, and you start your warm up exercises, and I'll start to undo you." I turned around and he held me to him, and splayed his hands on my rib cage. He whispered in my ear, "Sing. Sing chica. Sing for me."

I started doing my runs, and he slowly started to unlace the corset. The music started to play from nowhere, and his voice began frenetically drawing me with precious longing, and I could not stop. " Sing. Sing Chica. Sing." I began, haltingly, and he pressed closer to me. "Sing, sing, sing." As all my will seemed to leave me, I could feel him pressing closer. As I sang, I felt myself give in to him, and he pressed his lips to my neck and his hands which were caressing my rib cage, were slowly slowly going in circles, lower and lower and lower. "You've inflamed my genius, my lovely chica" I think I had inflamed more than his genius. I could feel him. Slowly. Slowly. Pushing. Pushing. Insinuating himself into me. So slowly, it was driving me mad. The difficult part of the song was approaching, and I began to tense. "Relax and sing, my chica" he whispered. "Sing, sing, sing to me."

As I reached the pinnacle of the song, he had reached the very core of my being, and I started to soar, to sing as I had never done before. Every note was clear and lofty and strong as I went higher and higher and higher. "My beautiful singing angel. You did it. You did it." He had turned me around and was kissing me again, and again, and again. "Never say you can't sing something, my beautiful and loving chica." I tried to reply, I wanted to reply, but he crushed me to him and smothered me with kisses. "You're mine, chica, and you'll always sing for me won't you?" "Oh, Erik, I'll do anything you say, Erik, Erik." I started to kiss him and he caressed my face with a fuzzy paw. Huh? A fuzzy paw? Oh, it's just the cat. Gee. Another dream about making out in the bathroom again. I need my head examined. Maybe I'll fix myself some tea. Yeah, in a little while. Later. I'll just close my eyes for a minute.

Music. Oh no. Music again. And singing again. A man's voice. Again. And familiar? You bet. I walked in the bathroom and there was a single lit candle. And the singing I heard was coming from the running shower.

"Tea for Two, and Two for Tea,
Chamomile for you, and a shower with me,
A big surprise from your very own Tony,
Please dear chica, join me"

This time I walked right over and yanked back the curtain. Tony turned to me. "Come in chica, the water's fine" "Tony, what is that over there?" "It's tea, for later. Chamomile tea." "Uh, Tony, there's nothing weird in that tub is there?" "Not unless you count me, chica." "Are you going to make me do something bizarre?" "No chica, I'm going to do everything for you. " "For me?" "Yes, chica, but first you gotta get in here with me" So I did. T

Tony chucked my T-shirt and cut-offs over the curtain and turned to reach for something. "What do you have there, Tony?" "It's shampoo chica, herbal essence shampoo, and I'm going to wash your hair with it. Turn around now." I turned around and he started to wash my hair, his fingers slowly massaging my scalp and neck. I can still feel those fingers, even now. The more he massaged the scented shampoo into my hair, the closer his body fit with mine. "Oh, Tony, that feels so good." I murmured. "Chica, I've got something else here that feels even better." "Tony, Tony, Tony, " I was mumbling. He pushed inside me, quickly, and as he did, those fingers kept massaging me, and the shampoo was running down in rivulets all over me. He started to move, faster and faster, and he started saying something, but I was so fogged I couldn't make it out at first. "Say yes, chica, say YES, scream yes, yes, yes!!' I started screaming. Hollering. Yelling. Moaning. And it was all YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I thought I was going to faint, but Tony held me to him, and we stood there entangled in each other, with the shower going, for the longest time. It was so quiet. And peaceful. He slowly turned me to him and tenderly kissed me lightly and slowly, over and over again. He finally looked up and paused. "So dear chica, would you like to rinse and repeat?" "Yes, Tony. But this time I'm going to wash your hair." So I grabbed him and yanked him around and indulged myself in that long, soft, silky hair.

But soon he turned around to face me, with a ravenous look on his face. "But Tony, so soon?" "Yes chica." Well, I continued to wash his hair. After a fashion. But he had backed me against the tile wall, and he braced himself where the tub met the wall, and we starting banging against the wall. Louder. And louder. Someone was yelling. It was persistent. The knocking, over and over. I slowly sat up. It was the door. Someone was at the door. It was UPS. With a small package with a blurred return address. I opened it to find a cassette tape with a note attached. 'Chica, PLAY ME". So I did. And there was music. And singing. All three of the familiar voices this time. It sounded like they were singing the tune of "All of Me", but the words were different somehow.

"All of us. You've just had all of us,
We've had so much fun, we just wanted to tell you
Me, Armand, I kept you on your diet,
And me, Phantom, the high notes, well you defied it!
And me, Tony, your hair's now beyond compare,
We love you, delightful chica, and this we do declare
This really was a fun kiss
And evening of true bliss
We loved you being with all of us,
We loved you being with all of us.

Fellas, I couldn't have said it better. I loved being with you too.

 

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