As Simone entered the club for work that night she was startled by the ghostly apparition of herself on stage dancing as dark faceless gentlemen made dollar bills rain over her, begging for more eroticism. Her grandmother Johanna used to say seeing your double was an omen of death. Johanna had seen her own double before she died in a horse riding accident, so legend says. Simone shook off the chilling visage and headed to the dressing room to get ready for the job she dreaded. Many of her fellow dancers loved this job, felt alive and free on stage. Simone hated it, but it was paying for grad school. Simone just had to finish her dissertation and then she could look for a real job, perhaps one teaching or doing research.
“Ready for tonight Simone?”
“Are you sick? Because If you are I could take your rounds.”
“No, I’m not sick.”
“Then what’s wrong”
Do you believe in omens?”
“What kind of omens?”
“Like the kind that say you’re gonna die?”
“Oh now you’re being ridiculous! You’ve been studying too much. Let’s get out there and dance!”
Simone wasn’t so sure she should just brush off the omen.
In the wee hours of the morning as Simone was dancing on the main stage, a patron was hollering for more of her attention as he threw his money at her. She tried to comply with his requests as best she could while still making the rounds to the others seated at the stage, but nothing would satisfy the boisterous man. As Simone’s song was ending, the man jumped on the stage grabbing one of Simone’s high heel shoes she had kicked off. Before security could detain him, he started stabbing her with it in the middle of the stage. The crowd and other dancers stood around mortified watching the grotesque scene until the next full song had played. The man stabbed her 41 times before security pulled him off the stage.
Running a bit late on today’s haunting Doppelgänger which is one’s ghostly double often said to be an omen of impending death.
This is also my submission for Trifecta: Week Seventy-One which one-word prompt , this week, is inspired by the recent arrival of the Hong Kong monsoons and the start of April in general.
3: to take a lot of money in bill form and toss it up in the air. This is most effectively done at a strip club for the effect of raining one dollar bills on the dancers (and it makes them feel so pretty), or to snub a hater by throwing money into their face that then falls to the floor like rain (use this when paying a debt to a punk bitch who keeps asking for their money to the point that they are ruining your friendship or when dumping someone who has been bankrolling you for a while now that you’re making money).