Last time with Helene Troy: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/not-a-pretty-girl/
Sadie Olivares and Mara Vincent paced in an alley behind The Greek nightclub. A side door to the building flew open and Helene Troy walked out. Sadie spoke first.
“So, what did the manager tell you?”
Before Helene could respond, Mara threw down her cigarette and crushed it with her Doc Martin booted right foot.
“They want her, not us, Sade. That’s why we weren’t in on the meeting.”
Helene looked at the busted lip and bruised right cheek on Mara’s face. Sick of Mara’s insolence, Helene stared into Mara’s eyes and decided to only tell half of the story.
“Fuck you Mara. Matador Records is looking for someone to take The Golden Apples spot on their roster. They’re scouting us for the next few shows. You two weren’t invited because you didn’t return my calls after I punched you in the face, Mara. I’ve got to go get ready.”
Helene flung the door open and stomped inside. She exchanged head nods with a male bartender as he handed her a Stella Artois beer. She felt huge arms hug her from behind.
“Jackson, I’m going to kick your ass!”
She turned around to her friend, the large guitar player for the band she would open for,The Golden Apples. Jackson answered.
“Beautiful, you wouldn’t do that to me. If you ever do, I’ll take it with a smile on my face!”
They hugged and Helene saw a black-haired girl with pale skin staring at her, a few feet away.
“She yours, Jackson?”
He turned around and waved at the raven haired girl in a leather top and skin-tight jeans.
“That’s Dawn. She’s kinda cool. She knows bands, not too clingy, plays guitar. You’ll hate her, but you hate everybody.”
Helene laughed then frowned at her phone. The person she wanted to talk to, Ramona, hadn’t returned calls or texts.
Jackson stroked his scruffy face and asked.
“What is it, beautiful? Tell me what to do to make this your night, too.”
Helene didn’t want to wear Ramona’s dress. It wasn’t her and Ramona didn’t have the right to change Helene’s image, she thought. She looked at Dawn. Her slender figure was similar to Helene’s. She wore a brown leather halter tied around the back of her tattooed neck. Helene swigged her beer.
“Dude, I need her top.”
Jackson waved his large right hand to get Dawn’s attention. Her wide grin, surrounded by thick pink lip gloss, made Helene chuckle. Dawn met Jackson and Helene with girlish enthusiasm and a distinct New Jersey accent.
“Oh God! I was so hoping I’d meet Helene Troy! You’re like the best! Jackson and the other guys talk about you like you’re already famous, you know, like them?”
Jackson cringed at Helene’s green-eyed glare. She bit her bottom lip and engaged the girl.
“Thanks! Donna, is it? I’m sorry, its loud!”
Dawn smiled again and grabbed Helene’s right wrist.
“Oh God, it’s so loud in here! It’s Dawn, like a sunrise!”
Jackson threw his right arm around Dawn and pulled her close. He whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek. Dawn turned back to Helene and shrugged her shoulders.
“Helene Troy wants my clothes! This better get me in the liner notes!”
Helene rolled her eyes at Jackson. Dawn grabbed her wrist again and began leading her toward the bathroom.
“Oh God, Helene, I’m joking! So is that t-shirt all you have because that’s okay with me! Maybe I could help you with your wardrobe from now on like I do with Jackson!”
The women entered the bathroom. Helene shut the door and assumed an aggressive stance with her hands in front of her face.
“Dawn, all I have is a really nice dress that’s not mine and I don’t want to wear, a cute Gap tank top, two t-shirts and an extra bra. Tell me what you’re willing to trade and I’ll get my manager to buy you drinks.”
Dawn walked over to Helene’s bag and pulled out a black tank top and matching bra.
“This’ll work, Helene. Do you need makeup or shoes? ‘Cause me or my friends could hook you up.”
Helene let out a relaxed sigh and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
“Nope, I’m good, Dawn. You’re helping me in so many ways.”
After changing clothes, Dawn left. Helene texted Ramona.
“Stage call. Doing your Düsseldorf Blues at the end of the set. Hope you see it.”
She fought back tears and started applying eyeliner.
The sound of Foo Fighters’ The Pretender rolled through the bathroom as Sadie and Mara came through the door. Helene sang to her reflection.
“I’m the voice inside your head you refuse to hear I’m the face that you have to face mirrored in your stare I’m what’s left, I’m what’s right
I’m the enemy”
She heard Mara and Sadie talking in the background. Mara shouted.
“Helene, I’m sorry! You’ll have my all tonight! Sade and I will make you so proud you’ll say, thus was made the best work of their lifetime!”
Helene smiled so they could see her reflection. She picked up a tube of lipstick and slowly painted vermillion streaks over her lips, then snarled into the mirror.
“Fuck you Helene. Believe in your band. Slay this crowd. Put them in the palm of your hand and don’t let go.”
Sadie’s voice competed with the end of the rock song. Helene picked up the last part of her growl.
“…time to go Leney!”
Helene stood with perfect posture and examined her ensemble. Brown leather pants sat low on her curvy hips. The borrowed jeweled boots from Ramona’s closet hinted at glamour. She adjusted her leather halter and smiled at her dark eyes and full red lips. Helene tossed her teased, wavy brown mane and enjoyed the messy style.
She strode to the back of the stage flanked by Sadie and Mara. An over-modulated voice blared over an open microphone.
Ladies, gentlemen, music freaks! Get ready to have your faces melted by one of the hottest club bands in New York City! Slipper….Socks….Medium!
They ran to their instruments. Mara began tinning the top cymbal and foot pounding a low drum. Sadie played her thunderous bass beat and looked at Helene who bit her bottom lip then screamed “yeeeeowwww!” Their guitars barked like wild dogs running throughout the club.
This is my reponse For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Nimue challenged me with “Thus was made the best work of her lifetime …” and I challenged Cedar with “Tuck Lisenbee scratches off a lottery ticket inside the Save & Sak convenience store in Billy Goat Hill, Alabama.”
It is also a new story episode for The Ballad of Helene Troy. You can find the rest of the story, so far, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/the-ballad-of-helene-troy/
Here’s the song pumping up the crowd and Helene. This is Foo Fighters and The Pretender….