Every Tuesday, Fandango gives us a story starter with which to weave a tale.
This week he’s given us
He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly…
He looked through the curtains at the audience.
It was a mixed age group, teens to eighties and beyond. Whadyaknow. Takes all sorts.
What had he let himself in for? The money was good though and no questions asked.
Luckily there was nobody there he knew. He breathed a sigh of relief at that. He could make an idiot of himself in front of strangers perhaps, but knew he’d never live it down with anyone familiar.
The Emcee announced him, the music started and he took to the stage.
He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly began to peel off his jacket. Teasing, tormenting, pulsating to the rhythm, he closed his eyes and thought of The Full Monty. If they could do it, so could he.
Then the hysterical screams of the hen night started and he really began to enjoy himself .