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"Okay ladies. I call to order the first dress rehearsal of the newly reformed Two Minutes in Heaven!" I clapped my hands
together sharply. Man, it felt good to be in charge again.
Coco, Sugar and Ziggy grinned back at me. I could tell they were truly pumped to be back in the sparkly tights we'd turned
into a fashion DO not so long ago.
"Band roll call," I thought it appropriate to make it as official as possible, "Coco?"
"Present."
"Ziggy?"
"Here."
"Sugar?"
...
"Sugar?"
I looked up from my yellow legal pad. Sugar as present...at least physically.
"Something's missing," she said, staring hard at Coco and Ziggy.
I looked again, trying to see what wasn't there.
"BOAS!" We all said in unison.
I went to the costume rack and brought out four feather boas and passed one to each girl.
"Wait!" Ziggy said loudly, "I want the red one."
I sighed. "Zig. You know I always get the red one. It's my signature color."
"You just want the red so Jemaine will notice you if he happens to be in the audience,"Ziggy said bitterly.
"I don't need a red boa to get Jemaine to notice me, girl!" I snapped back sassily.
"Well, then, give someone else a chance with it," Sugar jumped in.
"Et tu, Sug?"
"Ladies!" Coco stepped in. "This is a stupid thing to fight about. Let's just drop it!"
"What do YOU care?" Ziggy spit. "It doesn't matter to YOU what color boa to take, so butt out!"
As per usual in situations such as these, we chose to solve our dispute at sporkpoint.
The four of us circled each other, sporks drawn, Ziggy and Coco wielding sleek metallic models, while I chose old school white
plastic. Sugar's appeared to be constructed from some sort of space age polymer. I made a mental note to ask her about it later.
Suddenly, I heard a strange, mechanical 'whir' and I gasped as the handle of Coco's spork started to stretch out.
"Coco!" I marveled. I'd heard of such a thing, but I never hoped to see one. "Is that...?"
"Yeah. It's a telescopic spork."
"Oooh, that's the latest in spork technology," Ziggy cooed, somewhat enviously.
All at once, I felt a heaviness in my bosom as I looked around the room.
"Girls," I sighed, "this isn't going to work. Look. We all have sporks, but they are all different. We've changed. I don't think
we can go back to the way it used to be."
I could see the other ladies felt the truthiness of my words. Sporks were returned to their concealed positions.
"What do we do now?" Sugar asked morosely.
We stood in silence for a long moment...and then another.
"I have an idea..."
...to be continued.
~Kookie Clementine
5:06 PM
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