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Rock n' Roll Doggie FOB
Money exploded from big cannons, and Adam jumped. Macphisto grinned and finished his song with a flourish. He smiled wildly at
the approving audience. How he loved the crowd. He elegantly removed his hands from the microphone stand and started to clap
for himself. Ah, yes.. that was a brilliant performance tonight. He had been unusually energized.. knowing that she could be there
tonight.
"Look what you've done to me!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up to encompass the all out glitz and style that he was. "You've
made me very famous, and I thank you for that." He sauntered slowly to the tip of the stage, ostentatiously stretching one foot up on a small platform. His gold shoes dazzled appropriately in the spotlight. "I know you like your pop stars to be exciting, so I bought these. Do you like them?" The audience roared it's approval and Macphisto nodded, looking around the stadium. His eyes found her seat- he startled. They were empty. He frowned- betrayed again! His eyes narrowed- it was that Edge she was after,
wasn't it? All along she had feelings for the skinny guitar man.... Macphisto glanced over his shoulder at the Edge, his eyes wide and
sad.
"I've been betrayed," he declared, and the audience gasped on command. "Yes!" he put his hand up dramatically. "I know, it is
hard to believe. You ask me, Macphisto, who would ever betray you? Well..." he stepped backward, slowly walking up towards the
set. "I shall tell you. Her name is Bluey and I have loved her from the moment I saw her." The audience awwed. "But no, darlings-
she does not come to my shows! She does not take her seat at my right hand! Yes, I've been betrayed." He turned his sad face to
the audience, who let him have their sympathies.
"Maybe I should call a taxi to take me home...."
"Call her!" a voice yelled from the crowd. Soon others echoed the suggestion and the stadium was shaking with the words "Call
Bluey, Call Bluey!"
Macphisto looked at the audience, surprised. "You want me to call her up? After she broke my heart like that?"
"YES!" came the overwhelming answer.
"Very well," he sighed. "I was never one to disappoint my admirers. I happen to have her phone number memorized.. in case of
emergencies of course."
Macphisto picked up his golden telephone, elegantly punching one number at a time into his phone. It rang, and the audience
cheered. He put a finger to his lips to quiet them... his heart was beating fast and he suddenly felt like a little devil again, calling a girl just to hear her voice. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.
"I told you do NOT call again unless you're going to come over here RIGHT now and bring me a martini!" Bluey screamed into the
phone.
Macphisto looked at it, startled. The audience held it's breath.
"Hell-hello?" Macphisto said.
Bluey paused. "Who's this?"
"My name is Mr. Macphisto.. and I am looking for Bluey."
There was a silence on the other end.
"Hellooo?" his voice echoed through the stadium.
"I'm- I'm sorry I thought you were somebody else!" she explained.
"Is this Bluey?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Why don't you come to any of my shows, Bluey?" Macphisto pouted for the crowd.
Bluey paused. "I didn't know you wanted me there. I thought you had forgotten about me."
Macphisto gasped, his hand against his chest. "Darling! I could never forget you.. your captivating eyes, your beautiful voice, the
way you look at me...." Everyone in the audience smiled. He spoke softly. "Darling.. I miss you. Come home to daddy."
"Marry me," she blurted out.
Macphisto's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Marry me, Mr. Macphisto!" she said again. "So I can be free of this awful song that torments me so."
"And.. what song is that, darling?" his throat dry with her new proposition on the table.
Bluey started to sing softly into the phone. "I think I love you... so what am I so afraid of? I"m afraid that I'm not sure of..."
"A love there is no cure for," Macphisto started to sing with her. "I think I love you, isn't that what life is made of though it worries me the same That I never felt this way...."
Bluey and Macphisto dueted the rest of the song and the audience cheered for them by making noise that no crowd has ever
achieved before.
Macphisto's heart felt fit to burst. He wanted to see her now. "Darling I will send a limo by immediately. I am-" He looked around
at the expansive stadium, its tips blending with the starry night sky. "Well you know where I am, darling. I'll chill the champagne."
Bluey hung up the phone in glee, amazed at what had just transgressed. He remembered her! He had been missing her! Perhaps she shouldn't have sworn her oath of love to Edge. She would have to lie and pretend that was her evil twin. Or maybe.. her angelic twin. Yes.. Macphisto is the one that gets her evil side. She grinned and got ready to go meet him....
the approving audience. How he loved the crowd. He elegantly removed his hands from the microphone stand and started to clap
for himself. Ah, yes.. that was a brilliant performance tonight. He had been unusually energized.. knowing that she could be there
tonight.
"Look what you've done to me!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up to encompass the all out glitz and style that he was. "You've
made me very famous, and I thank you for that." He sauntered slowly to the tip of the stage, ostentatiously stretching one foot up on a small platform. His gold shoes dazzled appropriately in the spotlight. "I know you like your pop stars to be exciting, so I bought these. Do you like them?" The audience roared it's approval and Macphisto nodded, looking around the stadium. His eyes found her seat- he startled. They were empty. He frowned- betrayed again! His eyes narrowed- it was that Edge she was after,
wasn't it? All along she had feelings for the skinny guitar man.... Macphisto glanced over his shoulder at the Edge, his eyes wide and
sad.
"I've been betrayed," he declared, and the audience gasped on command. "Yes!" he put his hand up dramatically. "I know, it is
hard to believe. You ask me, Macphisto, who would ever betray you? Well..." he stepped backward, slowly walking up towards the
set. "I shall tell you. Her name is Bluey and I have loved her from the moment I saw her." The audience awwed. "But no, darlings-
she does not come to my shows! She does not take her seat at my right hand! Yes, I've been betrayed." He turned his sad face to
the audience, who let him have their sympathies.
"Maybe I should call a taxi to take me home...."
"Call her!" a voice yelled from the crowd. Soon others echoed the suggestion and the stadium was shaking with the words "Call
Bluey, Call Bluey!"
Macphisto looked at the audience, surprised. "You want me to call her up? After she broke my heart like that?"
"YES!" came the overwhelming answer.
"Very well," he sighed. "I was never one to disappoint my admirers. I happen to have her phone number memorized.. in case of
emergencies of course."
Macphisto picked up his golden telephone, elegantly punching one number at a time into his phone. It rang, and the audience
cheered. He put a finger to his lips to quiet them... his heart was beating fast and he suddenly felt like a little devil again, calling a girl just to hear her voice. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.
"I told you do NOT call again unless you're going to come over here RIGHT now and bring me a martini!" Bluey screamed into the
phone.
Macphisto looked at it, startled. The audience held it's breath.
"Hell-hello?" Macphisto said.
Bluey paused. "Who's this?"
"My name is Mr. Macphisto.. and I am looking for Bluey."
There was a silence on the other end.
"Hellooo?" his voice echoed through the stadium.
"I'm- I'm sorry I thought you were somebody else!" she explained.
"Is this Bluey?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Why don't you come to any of my shows, Bluey?" Macphisto pouted for the crowd.
Bluey paused. "I didn't know you wanted me there. I thought you had forgotten about me."
Macphisto gasped, his hand against his chest. "Darling! I could never forget you.. your captivating eyes, your beautiful voice, the
way you look at me...." Everyone in the audience smiled. He spoke softly. "Darling.. I miss you. Come home to daddy."
"Marry me," she blurted out.
Macphisto's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Marry me, Mr. Macphisto!" she said again. "So I can be free of this awful song that torments me so."
"And.. what song is that, darling?" his throat dry with her new proposition on the table.
Bluey started to sing softly into the phone. "I think I love you... so what am I so afraid of? I"m afraid that I'm not sure of..."
"A love there is no cure for," Macphisto started to sing with her. "I think I love you, isn't that what life is made of though it worries me the same That I never felt this way...."
Bluey and Macphisto dueted the rest of the song and the audience cheered for them by making noise that no crowd has ever
achieved before.
Macphisto's heart felt fit to burst. He wanted to see her now. "Darling I will send a limo by immediately. I am-" He looked around
at the expansive stadium, its tips blending with the starry night sky. "Well you know where I am, darling. I'll chill the champagne."
Bluey hung up the phone in glee, amazed at what had just transgressed. He remembered her! He had been missing her! Perhaps she shouldn't have sworn her oath of love to Edge. She would have to lie and pretend that was her evil twin. Or maybe.. her angelic twin. Yes.. Macphisto is the one that gets her evil side. She grinned and got ready to go meet him....
