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CHAPTER 64 “Hello, Vancouver!” Kim stepped out in front of the microphone. She could feel Elvyn’s eyes on her from backstage, but for once she didn’t care about that. It felt so right to be back in a stadium, with the entire crowd screaming their lungs out for her. No more auditoriums or university ballrooms; so maybe the Sextet weren’t top ten material, but they were meant for big crowds. “You Canadians, you’re so funny.” She stretched one arm up into the air and rested her other over her head. “You’ve got a thing for girls with a British accent, haven’t y’?” The noise from the crowd was a definite answer. “All around this country, people stop me and ask me where I’m from, what it’s like; but they don’t ask me who I am or where they’ve seen me before. Well, bugger that! Down in the States, girls have blue streaks in their hair.” Kim dropped her arms, very conscious of the fact that she no longer had said blue streaks. “They have spiders tattooed in places I shouldn’t mention. They worship the name, the look, and the lifestyle before they even remember where I’m from. “But you, you’re part of the Commonwealth, and have a strange interest in accents. Half the bloody cities in this country couldn’t care less who I am, so long as I sound pretty. How bad does that suck?” The crowd made noises of discontent, obviously upset that Kim would be unknown anywhere. “In Toronto, we only played a hall! And here in Vancouver, we have an auditorium. Full of the devoted masses, all striving to get close.” She stepped toward the edge of the stage, pulling the mic stand with her. “I’d let you all touch me, if I could.” That got a frenzy of noise in response. She grinned. “Mm, wouldn’t you all like that? Y’know, back in Toronto, a certain blonde slut with pointy tits who I shall not name got arrested for masturbating on stage. I think we could outdo that, easy! How do you like the sound of an entire auditorium full of people caught in acts of public lewdness?” Judging by the screams, people were going to be losing their voices soon. “I,” she said, standing very close to the mic stand, pressing into it, “am more than just a beautiful voice.” She wrapped one leg around the mic stand, letting it slide right back into her crotch, lifting her skirt. “More than just a beautiful body.” She freed the mic from the stand, so she could bring it with her as she slid down. “I,” she murmured, rocking back and forth against the mic stand, “am--” She stopped, raising herself to her feet again. She took a breath, then screamed: “A rock star!” The roar from the crowd was almost defeaning. Kim grinned, then screamed again, and stumbled back to Jessie. She grabbed onto her arm, then yelled through the noise: “I love the stage!” Kissing Jessie’s cheek, she then let go and ran back to the audience. “I have bedded with gods, and made mortals beg for me! Beg,” she purred into the microphone, “and you’ll get a night to remember. I can set you on fire with a single kiss, and steal your breath with but one touch. I’m dangerous, baby, you’d all better watch out...” She glanced back at Jessie, then nodded when she saw the chord her bassist was ready to strike. “My love is something that men would die for, and something they can never attain. I must warn you all, I’m a fiery grrrl.” She drew the word out into a very sensual moan. “A danger bitch,” she whispered into the mic. “And....” Her hand slipped down to undo the top button of her shirt, showing her tits. “I want you,” she moaned for them all. “Oh... I want you.” Jessie struck the first chord, Chatha’s sax let out a dangerously low sound, and then the music surrounded Kim. This is what she had been made for, and what she would always want. *** Much to the chagrin of Heather and the excitement of Chatha, the band worked their way back across Canada, hitting the cities they had skipped, like Edmonton and Regina. “The cities no big band ever goes to,” Kim had explained. “They tend to stick south and skip Saskatchewan, from what I can tell.” This had been pulled on the spur of the moment, and it had actually been Kim talking Carroway into letting them do it. This was because of the newspaper article that appeared in Vancouver’s paper the morning after their show, with a picture of a screaming Kim on the front page, under the headline: “Promiscuous Brit Rock Star Lights Stage On Fire.” Under her picture was a small caption, and the directions to go to page C5 for further details. Kim had, of course, been reading the caption and further details aloud to anyone who came too close to her for the entire day. “Kim Kissably, a musician infamous for her sexual escapades more than for her forceful all-girl band, brought a spark of life back to Vancouver’s music scene last night,” she would read over and over for Chatha, who didn’t seem to mind at all that only Kim had really been mentioned in the paper. In fact, the pink grrl bought seven copies of the paper, and promptly cut out every bit devoted to Kim, and started to make a collage of it in the memory book she had been making since somewhere in the American portion of their tour. There was a problem when the band reached Toronto for a second time and played their last Canadian date in August. It was time to go home, finally, and Dave decided he wanted to come along. The immediate responses came from Jessie and Heather, who were agreeing for one of the first times in the Sextet’s musical career. No one else was bringing anyone back from the North American tour, why should Kim? “I’m sure Gen’s had loads who she wanted to bring along, but she’d be scared shitless of you shooting her down,” Heather had growled. “But you, of course, can do anything you want. You’re a rock star.” She almost spat those words. “Kim Kissably, the rock star, can bring back an American male, even though she hates both Americans and males. Of course, being a rock star, that doesn’t make you a hypocrite. No, not at all. Just makes you a spoiled fuckin’ bitch.” “Bugger yourself, Heather. Preferably with something large and unwieldy.” Kim had shot her a dirty look. “She’s got a point, Kim,” Jessie had stated calmly. “What if I had found some American or Canadian girl to bring back with me?” Kim’s throat had closed. “That’s--” And before she could say “different,” she stopped herself, knowing it wasn’t different at all. Though under protest, Kim decided to let Dave come back with them. Even if she had said “no,” she knew that Dave would be able to find his way to England without her. Hopping a plane wasn’t that hard, and was completely legal. On the plane-ride back, Jessie didn’t even look at Kim. Chatha would wander over from time to time to whisper the dirty things Xavier had just said to her, but pretended Dave wasn’t there. He, in turn, pretended not to notice the snub. But all said, Kim was glad when the plane landed, and they were free to go back to their actual homes for the first time in about a year. Since Dave had no place to stay, Kim’s flat was the only logical choice of location. This went over with Jessie even worse than Dave’s arrival in the country. She said things like the complex they lived in was getting more crowded every day, and maybe she should think about finding herself something in another building. Kim had no way to respond to this, and she just hoped that Jessie would stay long enough to no longer be mad. At first, the idea seemed like the best there was; after all, Kim was humane enough to not want Dave spending his nights in the gutters. But she had never shared her living space with anyone for such an elongated time before, let alone a male. On tour, she had been able to ignore him for the one week a month it would have been too messy to fuck him, but when he shared the same bed and the same bathroom and the same everything, Kim felt awkward, and that was not a welcome emotion. Then there was the fact that she had to give up closet space for his clothes, and actually talk to him first thing in the morning every morning. All of this started to bother her, immensely, and when he started saying that maybe they should get an IBM computer, since using a microphone or a pad of paper wasn’t a collected way of making music at all, she snapped. The screaming fit was very long, and everyone in the building probably heard all the dirty little details. Kim couldn’t have been more desperate to make it clear that she needed time to be herself again, and the desperation just made her anger worse. It finally ended with her ordering him to go to a bar and get laid by whatever girl he saw first, and she yelled after his receding figure: “When I need air, give me air!” Almost as an afterthought, realizing she’d been spending all her time either fucking Dave or being pissed off at Dave, she added: “And when I bloody well need to write, I expect you to fuck off!” He said nothing, just continued to stalk down the hall. This barely bothered Kim. She slammed the door, then ran to the closet and threw all his clothes on the floor. “And you’d better bloody clean it up, you bugger,” she muttered, kicking the pile. Then she went to bed.
This chapter includes the lyrics to
Danger Bitch, off the grrls' first
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