Did You Ever Have That Dream
made up his own version- an alien noise emerging from my mouth
- “You wouldn’t forget him.”
- an absolutely filthy martini
- like a skintight diaper
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Did you ever have that dream where you’re the guy who impersonated his twin brother, the guy who forgot the words and just made up his own version of that twin’s trademark rap in front of a bunch of wedding guests who were mostly snotty, entitled royalty from the snottiest, most entitled country on the planet? I wished I was having it right then, instead of all that being what was really happening to me. I danced under the floral arch on the stage, an alien noise emerging from my mouth in hopes that the audience — who no doubt knew the lyrics — would subconsciously fill in the proper rhymes.
By the time I found a way to end the performance, I was drenched in sweat. I stumbled to the bar amid a hemi-demi-semi smattering of applause. I felt bad for what this was likely to do for Jason’s career.
I overheard one of the wedding guests asking another if she’d ever met Viscount Arlo. She said something noncommital, to which the first replied, “You wouldn’t forget him.”
The bartender told me that whatever I wanted would be on the house, as part of my rider. I smiled. “Make me an absolutely filthy martini. I want it to be like a skintight diaper of a beverage.”
While I awaited my drink, I watched the Tessabot twirling amid the Svenborgians, wondering how we were going to get out of here.
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