• looked the beautiful girl right in the eye
• actually sounds kind of great
• nevertheless distinctly visible
• smart, hilarious, ambitious, and very attractive
• I need new clothes

Tune In Next Time Part 35                             Click Here for Earlier Installments

Freya’s mistake made sense because, officially, I was in prison. My sister therefore assumed I had to be Jason. But Tessa knew I was out. What would happen when she saw me here? Freya studied me closely while I plotted my game under the pretense of searching for the right words.

“I need new clothes,” I told her. “Mr President,” I added when Freya arched one eyebrow and darted furtive glances at the secret service guys. “Like I wear at my gigs,” I prompted. Jason’s signature getup included a broad-brimmed hat and a kerchief over his face, as well as a flowing velvet cape, all in tones of vermillion. It might be enough to keep Tessa from recognizing me.

Freya and the secret service agents left me alone in the room, but they didn’t leave the birthday cake. An hour later, freshly attired, I was escorted to a meeting room where Freya — still impersonating her twin, Thor — sat at the head of the table. Tessa sat to her left. The candles were no longer lit, but the cake was nevertheless distinctly visible in the center of the table.

“Jason will rap for us now,” Freya announced.

“That actually sounds kind of great,” Tessa said before I could beg off. She smiled at me. I looked the beautiful girl right in the eye and saw no hint of a double agenda. Excuses occurred to me, ways that I could get out of performing, but that eager, happy smile on her lovely face was too wonderful.

Another secret service guy had a deck with two turntables, from which a heavy beat commenced. I imitated Jason’s trademark dance step, mincing like a rooster that had to pee really bad. Everyone else started clapping to the beat. I waited for it to come around and dove in.

“My favorite spy, her code name should be nitroglycerin. Cause she’s gonna blow it up, make counteragents disappearin’. She must be handled with care, cause she’s unstable and reactive. But I can’t stay gone, cause she’s also smart, hilarious, ambitious, and very attractive.”

Swept up in the flow of my mad rhymes, I didn’t notice when another dignitary took a seat at the table.

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