<strong>Moussad ~ Madison and Evie take a bow</strong><br/><br/>Moussad gave his girl a wink. The crowd liked her and that other one from yesterday together made a good pair. He nudged Vern.<br/><br/>“People want they bitches song again!” Moussad remarked.<br/><br/>Vern glowered, “Yeah people in Saudi want ice water so what?”<br/><br/>“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Moussad explained his hand to Vern rubbing his thumb along his fingers in the universal sign for pay me.<br/><br/>Vern frowned, “What? We charge them?”<br/><br/>Moussad shrugged, “People want. Pay.”<br/><br/>“They won’t pay,” Vern growled.<br/><br/>“You say pay or breaken you smile. People pay or leave. I think pay. Two dollar.” Moussad offered.<br/><br/>“Five,” Vern said caught up in the moment.<br/><br/>“Sure sure, Five.” Moussad encouraged as he took long strides to keep up with Vern.<br/><br/>Moussad broke off to stand by the scowling Mr. Fritz as Vern stepped on the platform. It was Vern who spoke but Moussad who had Mr. Fritz undivided attention. It was the hand on the dagger hilt that was Mr.Fritz's focus as Vern spoke.<br/><br/>Vern spoke to the young women on stage first, “Get ready for another song.”<br/><br/>Then he turned his full attention to the crowd that was already heading towards the exits.<br/><br/>“HEY!”<br/><br/>It might as well have been an unexpected thunder clap. The crowd as a group froze.<br/><br/>“Where yah goin?  You want to hear these bitches sing again right?”<br/><br/>Timid nods from those closest to the platform and Vern. A voice nearest the door called out.<br/><br/>“Yeah So?”<br/><br/>Vern searched near the door. Courage increased with the proximity of escape.<br/><br/>“You want to hear them again, give the Fuckin Rag Head five pounds.” Vern called out.<br/><br/>Mr. Fritz was about to protest but Moussad leaned to him, “No worry. I cut you inside.”<br/><br/>Mr. Fritz in what would be an oscar winning performance of courage said with restraint,<br/>”If you mean to give me a portion of the revenue I agree. If you mean to disembowel me if I stay, I’ll just leave now.”<br/><br/>Moussad gave Fritz a toothy grin, “You one I fuck you mother, Song man!”<br/><br/><br/>“Thank you… I think,” Mr. Fritz said to empty air.<br/><br/>Moussad had made his way to the exit where he was currently making change. The crowd revolved in an orderly fashion around Moussad. The exit only opened once and that was to let someone rush out for their wallet.<br/><br/>It was a mistake of course. The one person with the wallet brought 43 others and it was standing room only.<br/><br/>Vern turned back to the four on stage,” Okay bitches. Give something to bring ‘em back tomorrow.”<br/><br/>He turned then and walked past Mr. Fritz at the bottom of the platform. Mr. Fritz press his horn rims to his face and tapped the podium.<br/><br/>Fritz pointed to the music podium. It was a duet for two women. Does He Love You<br/><br/>Fritz gave them a minute to look it over. Somebody was going to get five pounds worth of hot flesh and singing, Fritz was sure of it.<br/><br/>Carrie Underwood and Jamie o'Neal- Does He Love You (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRtn2CCChfM#)