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aloud, on
purpose thingy because I love to sing and Madonna’s songs fit my
range perfectly. I looked into his eyes and just belted it out,
which I think impressed him.
    “ You sound amazing,” he
said. “Have you thought about singing it yourself? You could have
your voice recorded and have it playing as you waltz down the
aisle. Or it could be used as your first dance. That would make the
reception unique and memorable. And personal. People love making
their weddings more personal or so I’m told. I wouldn’t know. My
old lady and I eloped.”
    I blurted, “I don’t know, isn’t that kind of
tacky? I mean, sorry, not eloping or anything. That sounds kind of
good, actually. All of this wedding planning can be stressful. I
meant the singing – hearing my own voice like a narrative in a
movie or something. It seems a little Bridezilla.”
    “ Why don’t we lay a track
down, see how you like it?” he said. “I have an opening
tomorrow.”
    I said, “Will that cost a lot?”
    I knew Zeus would kill me
if I went off budget. Mom and Dad are supposed to be paying for the
whole wedding, since I’m the girl and the bride’s parents
traditionally pay, but Zeus’ parents are chipping in too. Zeus
didn’t like the idea of being the child still – he forbade us from
using the words children of on the wedding invitation. He insisted on
contributing most of the money for the wedding expenses himself
since he has such a high paying career and all, but I think my
parents have this plan to replenish our joint bank account with
anything Zeus spends. He doesn’t actually know that, so he has me
on this stinking budget, and he’ll know if I trip up, because he’s
a money cheapo.
    Sometimes he’ll interrogate me with tickles
until I confess to buying a new pair of shoes (the last ones were
fuck-me Steve Madden’s, and I really bought them for his pleasure
because they went so well with my sexy red riding hood get-up).
    “ Maybe we can negotiate
something that works for the both of us,” Chad Mavis said with a
smile. I thought, what a relief - all this worry for nothing! He
winked or at least, I thought he had. It could have been something
in his eye like an allergen – my eyes do tend to get bloodshot when
I wear colored contacts then my brother, Dean thinks I look like
Medusa. I don’t really know.
    Regardless, I took it as a sign. I had to go
for it. I asked, “Do you take cunt currency?”
    “ Did you just say what I
thought you said?” he asked.
    “ Indeedy do,” I
replied.
    And that my friends, was
that. We kissed! He kind of did this slobbering thing, like he was too excited
or something. I let him fondle my titty-titty-bang-bangs a little,
and when he did, he shoved his hairy leg against me and I could
feel a full blast Mr. Hard-on nudging against my mound of
fuck-me.
    Then I said, “This is nice. Thank you. But I
have another appointment to get to right now so, I guess I’ll see
you tomorrow.”
    “ I look forward to working
with you, Dannika Elin…Elin…,” he said.
    “ Elinopoulous. Soon to be
Zepkos,” I added. In my giddiness, I tripped over the microphone
stand and nearly bumped into the foam-lined wall on my way out the
door. “What’s that doing there?” I muttered the way my bestie, Gina
Romano, does when she experiences a clumsy moment.
    Wow, this is going to be easier than I
thought. I am on my way. Need to groom up for my encounter. Wish me
luck.
    Comments: 4
    Good luck. Anonymous
    Why you are using
Dannika’s name for this vulgar writing? She is good
girl. Auntie
Sofia, Toronto, Ont. Canada
    Call me. I’m your guy,
your actor guy. This isn’t a joke. Rob,
NY, NY I believe Madonna’s record producer
friend was Mark Kamins, who sent a copy of Everybody to Seymour Stein at Sire
Records, thus launching her career.She didn’t fuck him, as far as I
know. Antoinette, Little Rock,
AK
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