CSI: EXCOLO Episode 3:03: Love to Blame - part 2

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A shot on the DIABOLIQUE, soft-focus lens panning around the club. It's full of rich colours and elegantly muted lighting; we see no-one clearly, just gently blurred figures interspersed with soft points of light. There is no sound except a piano and a woman's voice. The song continues as the camera circles around the outside of the room. Viewpoint from behind the singer, showing her as a silhouette against the stage lights as the song comes to a close.

"I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't rescue you to just desert me
I can't give you the heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables, yeah
Turning, oh ..."

As the camera pulls around to focus on WANDA the song ends...

The song ends and I smile and give a slight bow to the scattering of applause. It feels good to be back up here, good to be singing again. Management was kind enough to check around to see if West Sagret had left town, and when they assured me I had nothing to worry about...

Funny thing about Management. As much as I don't trust them, they look out for their own. So I came back to work a few nights ago, and left Nu's to head back to my own apartment. Not as thrilled with that, but the lease is up at the end of February. Time to move on... or at least out of there. Not sure where I'd go. Hell, not sure about anything. Not Excolo, about Tony, about myself to be honest.

I slip from the stage and head to the bar. "Hey there lover. A whiskey on the rocks, the best you got." I sigh to Jeffrey, taking my seat at the end of the bar. He sets a glass down in front of me and lights my cigarette. "Thanks, sweetie." I take a drag, then a drink.

Yes, life is back to normal. As normal as my life gets at any rate.