“Oh, Norm, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for a place like this.”

“I know what you mean, Zelda. All the sneaking around was driving me crazy. With your husband being the largest concert promoter in the city, it’s almost impossible for us to get together without someone spotting us.”

“Yes, and since your wife is the local music critic, we can’t even duck into a quiet bar for some jazz like Richard Elliot or Flora Purim with Airto Moreira. But I gotta hand it to you, this place is perfect. I doubt if anyone has been here since last Thursday.”

“At least since last Thursday. Amazing isn’t it? We have the place all to ourselves. Here, want some popcorn?”

“Thanks. Uh, where is your wife tonight?”

“She’s checking out the James Brown concert. She’s supposed to review it for this Sunday’s paper. And what about your husband? Oh, excuse my manners. Pepsi?”

“Yes, please. My husband? He has the Ricky Van Shelton show tonight. Then tomorrow he has The Connells and Mark Chesnutt, and on Friday it’s Riders In The Sky.”

“Sounds like a busy man.”

“All the more time for us, my darling. Would you like a Milk Dud?”

“Thank you. Mmmmm. I’ve got to admit, I was running out of ideas. It seems that every hotel and motel in the county knows your husband.”

“That’s because he has to make the arrangements for all the bands. He’s putting the Butthole Surfers up at the Hilton next week, he has matchbox twenty and Lee Ann Womack staying at the Holiday Inn next month, and he has Marilyn Manson at the Motel 6.”

“Marilyn’s staying at the Motel 6?”

“Yeah. I’m told it puts him in the mood for the show. M&Ms?”

“Thank you. Oh, look, it’s getting dark. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I suppose so.”

“What do you mean, ‘I suppose so.'”


“Well, what?”

“I know this is the probably the most private place in town.”

“Well, yes. That’s why we’re here.”

“And there isn’t a single chance anyone will find us here.”

“Absolute privacy. No one is ever going to walk in on us.”

“I know…”

“Don’t worry, Zelda, we are totally, unequivocally, alone.

“I know, but…”

“But what?”

“I just don’t know if I can sit through another screening of Glitter.”