Tokyo-born
singer seeks backing band.
She opened a long slit in 
her lace stockings
and scribbled the text on the 
outside of her leg
then took a seat on the high 
neon bench beneath the strobe lights.
The DJ was doing his usual 
spoken word that night,
which consisted of picking
shy girls from the crowd and
introducing them as if they were 
the next pole-dancing act.
“Some people,” she thought
“don’t know when a joke's been killed dead.” 
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 Her ad was not a joke, however,
 and in the course of the night
 five different drummers
 came up to inquire.
 “It’s only drummers care about singers, “
 she thought.
 She thought Perry and Leah,
 fixed on each others’ necks,
 fingering the volume dial
 as if it alone could make
 the perfect song.
 Ego volume, neck to neck,
 guitarists were two a penny.
 It’s mostly drummers who get the gigs too.short story pt 1/2 
 #automaticwriting #smallstories
 
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