Last week, we reached 11:14 pm. Adam said hello to "Lincoln," which is the capital city of Wyoming in my alternate universe. Delilah's just started her remix, and Sam, expecting her to perform a remix she's never before done in public, has called on God for a blessing.
Tori Amos warbled, "Made my own…pre-tty…hate…ma-chi-e-e—”
Sam wanted to be relieved as Delilah scratched out a beat with Tori's last syllable, but he wasn't. Fallout from a remix was one thing, but Delilah changing her mind was a whole new concern. Still, he smiled because her “Salt Creek” remix of NIN’s Sin was a creepy cool shower of liquid lust, and the crowd writhed like mating snakes as they bathed in it.
Adam watched her, slack-jawed for more than a minute, until something she did appeared to knock the wind out of him. Chuckling, he pulled up his records, removed the slip mats from his turntables and fanned her like she was queen of Egypt.
Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel Kaye, Sarah Ballance, Krystal Wade, Monica Enderle Pierce, Siobhan Muir, Sarah W., Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.
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