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Marilyn was wearing red dress, which gave all the credit to person Marilyn had stolen her name from. Her heels were three inch high, to make her legs look longer.
-Uh, do I hate you, she however said to Tinker when they were walking their short trip from car to the door.
-Why so? Tinker asked. She was wearing simple gown, combination of dark brown and gold. Her shoes were flat because she didn't want any extra height.
-Because you always look so damn good, Marilyn said.
-Don't be stupid. You do too.
-Yeah, maybe, but I have to put so much effort to it. You could just take your dirty sheet, wrap it around you and swoosh! there you are, gorgeous as always.
Tinker didn't bother to comment because it was simply useless. Marilyn refused to see how beautiful she was. Sure, they were different but diversity is positive, right?
On their way in they gathered looks but neither of them really even noticed it. It was just because they were so used to it. Separately they were stunning but when they stood next to each other they made a combination that was irresistible. They were aware of it and used it when they had to. But most of the time they imagined - as do most ladies - that they weren't that special.
They didn't pay attention to the fact that doors were opened in front of them, snacks were served, heads bowed. It felt mostly ridiculous since it was Tom Jones Show.
-I don't even know any of his songs, Marilyn complained when they were sitting in their box.
-Sure you do, Tinker said. -He's done so much. Like "She's a lady" and, well you must know "Sexbomb".
-And these women, Marilyn continued. -Like I'd enjoy women old enough to be my mother throw their underwear on stage.
-Old enough to be your grandmother, Tinker corrected.
-Oh shit, Marilyn sighed. -If it would have been even Helmut Lotti...
-You'd change Wales' Tiger into some German in leather pants?
-You know how much I love leather! And still, if you'd have to choose between Tom Jones in leather pants or anyone under forty wearing pretty much anything...?
-I thought it was all about music, Tinker grinned.
-Yeah right! Well, in a way it is. Either one of them don't really hit me. So I have to look other positive things about their existence. And Helmut's not German.
-You would know.
-I do! But I only went to that concert to please my mother. At least I put my goals up high. I remember you running after some teenage boys.
-I was teenager myself back then. And your goals are high. Someone could say they're unreachable.
-That reminds me of all the letters you used to send to Brian...
-Oh shut up! Tinker snapped.
-I wouldn't but concert us starting and I guess then it's impossible trying to talk.
It wasn't completely impossible. Women didn't scream that much but still enough. Tinker and Marilyn clapped their hands after each song, out of courtesy more than anything else. They looked those women, not all old enough to be their mother, going crazy when Tom kissed their hands and in some hysterical way girls were like adults watching their kids losing their mind in first Beatles concert, present but unable to understand.
After two hours of torture, as Marilyn called it later, they were escorted into a limo and drove to one of the finest nightclubs in Dublin. They got their glasses of champagne and sipped those like it was what they did every other evening. Both of them had a finest habit to blend into any situation. So while they slowly chatted about the order of the songs they seemed very bored, very upper class, very unapproachable. Many men laid their eyes on girls but then focused on something else. If that had been told to girls, they would have been first stunned and then proud, like anyone would really be afraid of them? But they both had gone trough those awkward little conversations where you're the best that could happen but still you're not the right. On of the things you couldn't really explain. But the fact that guys rather chose girl next door to be their wife and mother of their children and how they then dreamed having a lover like Tinker or Marilyn. Was it impossible to combine those two things? Only time would tell.
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