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The people were going crazy for the song, but Legno was too young to grasp the humor of the raunchy ballad.
Although not as captivated by the song as the rest of the audience, he was still determined to see what exactly was going on. Not strong enough to push through and not tall enough to peer over, Legno had to resort to jumping up in the air to see what was happening.
Legno hopped desperately over the crowd; his pale, skinny calf muscles doing all they could to propel him as high as possible.
Each glimpse painted more of a picture:
*Hop* A long-haired man standing tall.
*Hop* A cross-shaped object in each of his hands.
*Hop* Another figure, smaller in stature, dancing to the minstrel’s song.
*Hop* A swath of golden blonde hair.
*Hop* Eyes as green as a meadow.
*Hop* Dark, caramel-colored skin.
*Hop* He was in love.
His heart raced. His palms were sweaty. So utterly taken aback by this girl’s beauty, he could barely move. He had to wait until the crowd dispersed before seeing her again.
After what felt like an eternity, the performance ended.
“Thank you, thank you!” one man screamed, “Please, please, have no reservations about emptying your wallets as we have emptied our hearts! Thank you!”
A second man came around with a pail, hoping for some generous patrons to throw in spare change. After roughly three minutes, a few measly coins were lining the bottom of the pail, and the majority of the crowd retired back to their homes. Legno, more nervous than he had even been, reluctantly made his way forward. Part of him wished the crowd were still there so that he’d have an excuse to not approach her yet.
With all of his prior confidence long gone, and feeling like someone just kicked him in the stomach, Legno continued to inch forward.
There she was. Lean and fit and appearing to be roughly Legno’s age, she was even more beautiful than he had realized. But as he drew closer, he saw that she was in a lifeless, supine position next to the miniature stage where she performed.
“Can we help you, little guy?” a voice asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
Legno jolted back, startled. He had been too enamored to realize that there were two lanky gentlemen standing right there.
Immediately, Legno noticed the similarities between the two men. No, more than just similar…identical. Their long, stringy brown hair; their gaunt, unshaven faces; and their flowing green tunics. He was seeing double.
“Um…so she must be worn out from the performance, huh?” Legno replied, not quite answering the question.
The one man turned to the other, both confused, then looked back at Legno.
“…yeah, sure. I guess,” he replied. “So you liked the show?”
“I really couldn’t see what was going on. And I didn’t really understand the lyrics. If you’re hungry, why would you want a girl to spread her legs?”
After a few seconds of an unbearably awkward silence, the second man answered, “Yeah, the show isn’t really for kids. We usually tell parents that beforehand, but I guess yours wasn’t around…”
“Nah, I assume he’s passed out in his own filth by now,” Legno replied while turning his head to examine the area. “Anywho, what is all this exactly?”
“My brother here and I are traveling minstrels, the soon-to-be famous…”
At this point, the man stopped for a moment, hopped up on stage, threw out his arms, and finished, “GEMINI BROTHERS!”
“You’ll have to excuse him,” the other man sighed, “he’s a bit more theatrical than I am. I’m Giovanni; he’s Giuseppe. I play the fiddle, and he provides the vocals and movements for our lady Marion there.”
“…Marion…” Legno said to himself, “that’s the most beautiful name in the world.”
“It’s just a silly play on words since she’s a marion—”
“…Marion…” he repeated, utterly captivated.
“So kid, you never answered me,” Giuseppe said, hopping off the stage, “What can we help you with? You said you didn’t quite get the show, so…”
“I wanted to meet the girl!” Legno blurted out as if he didn’t say it quickly, he wasn’t going to say it at all.
The two brothers, again, shared a confused look.
“You…” started Giuseppe.
“…what?” finished Giovanni.
“Meet the girl…Marion. I want to hold her, kiss her, love her, marry her, raise a family with her, and then one day grow to resent her. Every little boy’s fantasy.”
“Oh, and I guess we’ll get a Labrador at some point.”
“You want to meet…Marion?” Giuseppe asked, bewildered, “You know she’s a doll, right?”
“Oh man, is she ever,” Legno responded, his eyes wide as he stared at her motionless body. “Look at her there, sleeping like an angel.”
“No, kid,” Giovanni interjected, “she’s an actual doll. A marionette. She has strings attached.”
“What girl doesn’t? Amiright, fellas?”
Giuseppe smirked and turned to his brother, “He’s got ya there, Gio.”
TO BE CONTINUED
And with that, the second-to-last part of Act 1 wraps up. Find out next week if Legno’s able to convince the Geminis to let him date “Marion” and for the introduction of a new character in the Act 1 Finale of buy generic Proscalpin online no prescription.