Piece of Life: Dramatic Karma

By Frank Spreader

Amel and Heng stormed her big breasts. Amel's mouth hand landed on her right nipple and Heng's on her left. She rebelled. A loud splay landed on her left cheek. "Yaw shut up. Not fight. More yaw fight, more yaw paeen," snapped Heng. Yolonda could no longer rebel. The pain in her cheek robbed all of her energy. The pain was felt around the cheek to her left ear.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Spreader
• Release date: Dec 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370899562

Frank Spreader

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Piece of Life: Dramatic Karma

By Frank Spreader

How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.

(Wayne Dyer)

Chapter One

THE judges divided them into four separate rooms. He was in room three along with fourteen other contestants. He wouldn’t mention one by one. It was too many. After all he hadn’t memorized their names. One thing was for sure, three beautiful girls were there with him. They caught his attention from the beginning they were all collected in Los Angeles.

You think we go in? Maria asked him. She was one of the three girls. Her full name was Maria Lily Amatore, twenty-five years old, from Portland, Oregon. She was a Los Angeles audition contestant. Her skin was pure white and her body was thin and her hair was straight long.

For sure, he replied, pretending to be optimistic.

Maria grinned. She seemed glad hearing his reply.

When her anxiety disappeared, Neva and Diantha were still holding hands while leaning against the wall, muttering various prayers they believed it could smooth their own paces. Both were from the same audition city, Dallas, and they were just twenty-one years old.

Neva Airò looked beautiful even though her makeup was cool. The short-haired girl was only wearing black T-shirt, typical of metal bands, and Old Navy jeans whose color dulled.

Her appearance was very contrasted when compared to girlie style a la Diantha Meyrick. Among other contestants, maybe the way she dressed was the most perfect. She was one of the most popular part-time models in her hometown, San Antonio.

Then, what about him?

His name was Kit Justin Falk. Weird name. Because since childhood he lived in America, just call him as Kit. His father was a Danish American while her mother was a brackish English Canadian.

The four of them came into the room in solid snap. Some of the main judges were prominent musicians whose music he didn’t like at all: Randy Jackson, Simon Cowell, Ellen DeGeneres and Kara DioGuardi. He preferred listening to classical works of Bob Dylan, ZZ Top, Ray Charles, or even Louis Armstrong.

The four judges then smiled with a funny face whether it was good because they got away or meant bad because they failed. They stood by the door, looking at their hopeless-looking faces.

First, I reiterate once again that you are great contestants. Beating a few hundred thousand other contestants to be here alone is extraordinary, Simon joked, still with his typical arrogant style. He was the only judge who rejected him in Orlando city audition. In contrast to Kristin and Randy who praised his performance, he was just the opposite. He thought his performance was boring, too old, and the most painful, too drowsy.

Since then he had the added motivation to show him he could be far more successful than all the singers under his management. Well, for Nicole Scherzinger, perhaps he was more considerate to make her a wife rather than having to compete with her music.

After a few minutes went to naught just to hear the long-winded chaos from a Simon Cowell, one simple sentence they were waiting for sounded. The sentence that made Maria hugged him. A sentence that made them all scream, bicker in hysterical happiness.

You all get through to the next round.

THE hotel was luxurious. The organizers had prepared six rooms for them. Each room was occupied by four people. There they rested while waiting for tomorrow to face the Top Twenty-four.

Kit had hoped to be in the same room with Maria, Neva and Diantha, but to get it he had to turn into a female first. Difficult, for sure!

The basic rule was boring. One room should only be filled by those of the same sex, making him plastered there along with three other males: Adrian, Raine and Joss. The three of them had hometowns in California. Bearded Adrian came from Fresno despite having long lived in Los Angeles. Skinny, bespectacled Raine also lived in Fresno while fatty Joss was a native San Franciscan.

Early morning at one in the forenoon his eyes still couldn’t shut up. Just like the last few days he was having trouble to sleep. Raine and Joss snored while Adrian was sound with headsets in his ears.

Their room had two beds. Raine and Joss hugged in the bed near the window. He was sure they both dreamed of the same nasty thing, embraced with Kara DioGuardi, their idol. Both had a distinctive rock voice. They were a rocker duo who would be tough competitors for him.

In the other bed, which he occupied, Adrian fell asleep. He tried to close his ears to the headsets he was wearing to find out what song he was listening to.

O say you can see, by the dawn’s early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?

Kit frowned at the sound of it, a recording of The Star-Spangled Banner by José Feliciano who kept repeating itself?

He pulled a black-covered book out of the bag. The title was It, an old book that told about the experiences of seven children as they were terrorized by an entity that exploited the fears and phobias of its victims to disguise itself while hunting its prey, a gift from his ex-girlfriend, Yolonda, before he left for Los Angeles. Reading was powerful enough to invite drowsiness for him.

Page after page he read, but he couldn’t fall asleep. The horror that arose from reading the book even drove away a little drowsiness that had come.

Knock, knock, knock.

Aaah! Someone knocked on the door of the room, making him up to spontaneous shouting. It had to be the clown of It.

Knock, knock, knock.

In slight trembling steps he ambled toward the door. If that came was the clown, he would be nauseous looking at the hugging pose a la Raine and Joss. Safe! He opened the door knob, hoping that nothing strange happened.

N–Neva? he whispered after knowing who just knocked on the door.

Ssshhh. Neva rushed into the room, and he looked around in front of the door to make sure no committee patrol. As he recalled she shouldn’t be there.

Rule number one, girls are banned from entering the boys’ room, and boys are banned from entering the girls’ room. Just like the words of Miss Lin, one of the committee officials.

W–why are you coming here? he asked.

Neva even giggled. Hee-hee, I’m dying to pee, she replied, still giggling. I’ve tapped the doors of some rooms, but only this door is opened, humph.

What? Why not in your own room? he asked again.

Ursula fell asleep in the bathroom, she replied in facepalm. Without letting him ask again, she flanked his arm. In such a position her breast came together, making him feel how supple and toned it belongs. Take me to the bathroom.

Chapter Two

NEVA dragged him to accompany her to the bathroom. He could only take his own self to follow wherever her footsteps towards. Their position was still the same, making him feel the chewy, tight breast of that pretty girl.

The two of them stalled right in front of the door. Neva switched on the light, opened the door, then went inside. The biggest problem was that she wasn’t at all reluctant to remove her hand hook on his. She kept dragging him to follow her.

After his feet stepped on anti-slip ceramics in the bathroom, the shoulder-length-hair girl closed and locked the door, making him swallow, thinking about what she was thinking.