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Creative Writing: The Black Kitten

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She turned around to Vincenzo side-eyeing Angelo from behind, hiding in his shadow. Angelo followed Sylvia’s line of sight. “Hello, Mr. Caito. I didn’t notice you were there.” Vincenzo moved up in-between two bar stool and summoned Sylvia over with a single finger. Drying off her hands, Sylvia came over and leaned over the bar, seeking what he wanted. Holding up her chin, Vincenzo leaned in and gave her a long, drawn-out kiss on the lips. Sylvia arched up her shoulders. Never before had he ever kissed her with an audience present. Always in secret, so no one saw. She half-expected him to haul her over the table before he finally pulled away. “Go get ready,” he said. Newly overcome with feelings of shyness, Sylvia wiped her nose and refixed her dress. “I’m a little buzzed right now. Hopefully you can hear the best come out of me.” “Anything you do is perfect. You can go now. Go get ready.” He stepped back so his shoulders squared up with Angelo’s. “I’ll be watching.” -- Something happened within the Black Kitten that stirred everyone around. Whether it was the presence of the police officer who’d crashed the afternoon rush or the cocaine they snorted beforehand, but the energy double, tripled. The crowds multiplied as a drunk trumpeter with wild hair lost his control on the main stage. During those ten minutes of hair and …show more content…

Sometimes songs didn’t need her, and sometimes she just slunked away so she didn’t weigh down everyone else. But something felt different in the air, or in her nasal cavity with her buzz still going strong. She gave the stage a walkthrough, then turned around and walked it again. She posed, she popped her hips and made the crowd hoot and cheer for her. As Lavender did a little jig in front of the stage, Sylvia lost all control of her body and launched her wig somewhere behind her. From either surprise or admiration, the crowd lost their mind with

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