Where To Go For Back Up
After visiting the Lords of London to pick up her mature starter allowance whose purse was giving to ladies who are responsible in handling finances Tamara decided she needed back up behind her while performing. While cutting through Pick A Dilly Circus she saw a sign for JACAT, and an idea came into her head like Charles Dickens’ reading lines to her on a stage.
“Go inside and higher back up performers,” the vision told her in a ghostly fashion.
“We could call the act Tamara And the Boys, that would really spice things up.” She thought to herself ringing the doorbell as the entry way opened.
“Welcome to the team,” Anita the assistant behind the desk announced.
“I hear you help children?” Tamara inquired.
“We are a joint agency,” the gate keeper told her, “we deal with child abuse by putting them on the stage.”
“I would like to give a group of young boys a shot,” Tamara offered.
“All our boys and girls have been vaccinated,” Anita still had the phone in her ear.
“No, I would like to know if any the boys know how to act?”
“All our boys and girls know how to act we are a joint organization and we think very highly of our children,” Santa Anita to the children explained.
Later that evening while presenting her west side winning personality during a conversation with her brother Reid a maiden claiming to be on grass interrupted Tamara defending her turf.
“You know honey,” the Maiden suggested shaking her smoking prop, “mucho macho woman who are out of the money go looking for back up.”
“Do they find it?” Tamara asked but before there was an answer a rapping sound on the club’s door could be heard throughout the empty establishment.
Reid left the bar to answer the opportunity knocking and when the sunshine busted into the dark scene a group of boys with musical instruments appeared looking golden due to the rays.
“Our agent over at JACAT sent us over,” the leader who was very versed in English explained, “we are India’s premier talent Samandah, get it group.”
“Come on in,” Reid told them, “the stage is over there.”
And like veteran professionals they made their way through the cocktail tables with one saying under his breath, “this is the best chance we have had since living at the agency so we cannot blow it.”
After the entourage made adjustments to the show area the leader took to the microphone, “testing one testing two, hello,” he said, “we would like to perform the song that was well received on India’s Got Talent, ‘The Rail Splitter: A Ballad of the President That Freed The Slaves’.”
Magically the showroom dimmed and the spotlight came on and before Tamara gave the kids who seemed to be all right her undivided attention she told the maiden on grass to get a bottle of champers.
“But honey, you are out of the money.”
“Not for long since these boys will be a great back up for me.”
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