brow furrowed. âThey used my faces. They recorded the faces⦠that I made. But thatâs not me?â He turned back to the blonde next to Vic. âWhy wonât you pay attention to me? Iâm here! Right here.â
He jumped to the stage, swinging the bar through the holographic projection of his face as it sneered condescendingly at him then grinned with brimming passion. He toppled his rubber doppelganger.
The crowd roared; their chairs squeaked.
His crowbar ripped into the rubber chest with sparks and pops, with brown and white rubber sizzling, sending bubbling trails along its torso. The unitâs pitch lowered as its cries slowed.
The crowdâs laughter peppered with groans. âWhatâs going on?âa short brunette woman in back yelled.
He swung the bar again and again until the holographic head flickered and then disappeared.
Chairs rolled and creaked. A heavy man dropped a glass to the floor with a crack.
Larry winced at the ground then looked up to smirk. âItâs alrightâ¦â He sneered. âIâm a professional. IâmâIâm a comedian. Iâve got new material.â The crowbar clanked to the floor. âI wonât fail you⦠not again.â
âWhat the hell! Larry?â Vic stood, toppling martini glasses.
The blonde backed up to stand, âLarry?â
Larry looked to her, âI came to give you the ring back, baby.â He turned to the audience. âDo you ever⦠Has anyone here ever heard those ads forâfor engagement rings? Thereâs some old manâsounding wiseâgiving advice.â He looked at the crowdâs bored faces. âAhhânever mind! You want a different funny. You want insane, cocaine funny.â
âLarry,â The blonde said, leaning forward, âYou donât understandâ¦â
He staggered to his right, eyeing the crowd. âNo wait⦠Thatâs okay. Okay. I have others. When peopleâwhen people look at you and you think they care whatâs happeningâ¦â
Three men in black shirts ran down the aisleway.
âNo wait, waitâit gets better⦠Listen.â
They rushed Larry, holding his arms.
âHey,â Larry said, âItâs a show. This is their show.â
The blonde turned to Vic, âDonât let themâ He doesnât knowâ¦â Her eyes pleaded. âVic!â
Vic grinned at her.
âVic!â Larry shouted. âVic, I came here to give her back the ring, Vic. Letâs let her decide.â
Vic and Larryâs eyes met.
âLet him go a sec,â Vic said.
Larry moved to the edge of the stage, got down on one knee and presented the opened black box and the two carat princess cut, shimmering in stage light. âI want you back. I need you. We were good.â
âLarry,â she said, shaking her head. âYou donât understand. Things are different. Iâm not in the same place.â
âNo, I understand,â Larry said, standing up. He took the ring from the box. âI understand. You wonât take it if itâs from me.â He looked at the toppled unit on the floor and stooped down and bent up one of its rubber arms and outstretched its fingers. âYouâll only accept what comes from Mr. Electric. Fine.â He jammed the ring onto an outstretched rubber finger.
âNo, Larry,â she said. âYou donât understand.â She looked to the glistening ring on the unitâs finger. âPlease!â
âCome on, buddy,â a bouncer said, grasping his arm. âI said, âletâs go!ââ
Forked veins surfaced beneath Larryâs neck. âVIC!â His shoes screeched across hardwood floor, âYouâre wrong, Vic. You donât know people. YOU DONâT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO LAUGHâ TO
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