Devant's Part 2The Show.Lazloe-woodbine
You walk in between the separate (lengthways) halves of a lady, to a large room where trays on legs carry drinks to the punters.
You make your way to the front and take a seat at the table, after all only the best for you.
A creamy coloured arm waves up at you through the table while one of the trays approaches you. You take a drink and put some cash in the box in the centre of the tray. The lid closes then opens again to reveal the correct amount of change, which you leave as a more than generous tip. The lid closes and opens once more and you are not surprised to see that the money has vanished.
Thank you. A voice says from nowhere, please enjoy the show.
You sit back, take a sip of your drink and think to yourself, Im sure I will.
Another full night in Devants, but that wasnt unusual as every night was a sell out.
Karl looked over the crowd from the wings. This was what he lived for, the thrill of the performance. Once
Devant's Part 1Getting Ready for the Night (an introduction).Lazloe-woodbine
Come on people! We only have an hour before opening! cried Karl from the stage. He always got a little edgy before a performance, despite his experience, and this tended to show while setting up. His employees didnt mind though, overall he was a good man and they were paid well. If there was one thing Karl wasnt short of it was money.
Karl was owner and performer here and the Club was sold out for every performance. With up to a three-month wait for tickets, Karl made sure the workforce was looked after. Still there was a lot to do in the last hour and that always made him a little skittish.
This is Devants, known locally as Double Ds, not so much in homage to the legendary magician but to the average size of the staff. It boasted the finest magic show in Europe, some may have said the world but Karl was a modest man and would smile at such a suggestion.
Selena, Michelle, we need you now! Kar
Devant's Part 3Beach Volley Ball.Lazloe-woodbine
Authors note: This is a story idea Ive been mulling over a while but never got around to writing. It may feature an old favourite if youve liked my previous stuff. Ive taken a few liberties, i.e. it takes place in the future, 2012 London Olympics to be precise, and features a well known Glamour Model that may not be as suitable for the tale as when I had the original idea but hey ho, after all it is a work of fiction so I can do what I want. Anyway enough of the twaddle and onto the story.
Welcome everyone to Brighton Beach, announced Devant in the glorious and rare British summer sunshine.
He stood on a large stage, slightly elevated off the sand, in front of a large crowd sitting on a temporary stand. In front of the stage, the Beach Volleyball court was marked out.
Behind him was an apparently large piece of apparatus covered by an equally large cloth.
You know usually I wouldnt agree to a performance outside m