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Defending An Entertainment Troupe


While doing business in a resort area that overlooked a peaceful park featuring a magnificent view to the ocean Hal was genuinely concerned about a maiden who always had something to claim. This concern made the calm Gulfstream display choppy angry surf sending a message to the affluent elder.

“So, what does that maiden have to be claiming about these days?” Dale inquired.

“You would think after four years she would be over it,” Hal continued, “but she loved striking society with her comments and had it removed.”

“What removed?”

“Society, Dale, Society,” Hal explained, “there is nothing left back inside the hotel, no food, no drink, no action.”

“What?” Dale went into a shocking state.

“Come follow me,” Hal advised and the two left the scenic outlook to go inside.

Cutting through the Valet service where expensive cars were an invisible reality the two triggered the electronic doors walking upon the magical rugs,

“I am glad they still work,” Hal mentioned.

“Wow, Dale, there is not a soul here except for those six people standing over there.”

“They are the Polish entertainment group I hired, quite good,” Hal identified with a compliment.

Walking toward them they noticed one started to leave, “Bye Bye David, I hope you enjoyed being in the show,” one dancer in the back gestured.

“Is it something I said?” Hal questioned.

Looking up for a second one dancer named Trupia did the math, “six minus one equals five, but we are still winners.”

“Oh Hal,” Trupia’s tearful eye acknowledged, “over drinks last night you asked me ‘kanithappen?,’ and I said if did we would be out of money.”

Seeing the disturbing results to striking society and removing it Dale felt uncomfortable and he reached into his deep pockets, “look I still have my allowance and the option to do some claiming.”

“What do you want to claim? Mr. Dale,” Trupia started to clear her red eyes.

It was then an Italian Air Force pilot dressed in blue appeared standing at attention.

Within a second Dale reached for a microphone which was turned on, “I will spend my allowance on claiming “Aviano” over there,” Dale offered, “you five still have a mid-day image that is a winner and with the addition of Aviano we will bring society back from what was striking it.”

Still dealing with his baggage the new visitor approached the small group commotion, “excuse me, my name is not Aviano, it’s Giuseppe,”

“Your stage name for the show will be Aviano and you will walk out sing a song dressed in your uniform and society will come back,” Dale was getting commanding, “that is an order.”

“I will agree to do this under one condition,” Giuseppe requested

“What’s that?” Dale asked.

“I can do it my way.”

Quietly a dancer could be heard murmuring, “so in effect we are going to be out of the money again.”


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