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 Chapter 19




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THE CURSE


By KATZMAREK(C)


Chapter Nineteen


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Mick had a buzz on from some good Mexican hash. Dwight Cooney of
Blue Rembrandt had been slugging bourbon and was not in any
better condition. The two slumped together on a sofa in the vast
hotel suite that'd been the venue for the nominees get together.
The two watched the party wind down and the likely talent thin
out. Michelle had gone to be with Emily and Anna was waiting for
him to make a move - having worked the room to exhaustion.


"Whatya reckon?" Dwight 'Flash' Cooney asked Mick. "She game? I
mean, she put out?"


"What? Ah, who?"


"Anna. Like, she a babe or what? Fuckin' awesome, man!"


"Don't wanna go there, bro'," he told him.


"Why?"


"Trouble."


"Hey, like, *that* trouble I wanna piece of."


"Hey, no you don't. You hear me, man - las' dude - he wound up -
fucking steak knife in the guts."


"Yeah? Too fuckin' heavy?"


"Too fuckin' male, man!"


"Sh, shit! Fuckin' waste! Hey, what about - where the fuck is
your bass player?"


"Taken!"


"Shit! Hey, your manager's hot - like, in a mature way?"


"Taken!"


"Shit! Maybe your drummer? She here?"


"Didn't come - she's pregnant!"


"Shit!"


"And she's my daughter."


"Hey, I didn't know - uh, I hope I'm not outa line?"


"Course not!" Mick smiled reassuringly.


"Hey, like, what's it like being in a band, like, with chicks,
man?"


"Fuck!" Mick slapped his head.


"That bad?"


"Worse, man! Don't let me outa bed."


"Y'fucking with me, man? Like, on tour? Y'really fuck them?"


"'Cept m'daughter, of course. She's married!"


"Jeezus!" Dwight said in wonder. "I didn' think. I mean, I
wouldn't have thought..."


"Nah!" Mick told him. "Pulling your chain, man!"


"F,fucker!" he grinned. "So, like Anna's available, like?"


"Nah! I'm taking her back to the hotel."


"Yeah? Ok, pal, that's fair. So, you'll hook me up with your bass
player?"


"She's feeding our baby daughter."


"Her, too? So, tell me again, who's fucking left?"


"Jerkin''s a lot less complicated!"


"Alright for you, fucker. I wanna fuck!"


"Go cruisin'?"


"Hey, this is Los Angeles. Y'can't move in the traffic and if you
walk y'get mugged for y'credit card!"


"Hotel got maids or what?"


"Hey, yeah, if y'like conchitas? They wan' ya to f,fuckin' marry
them after."


"Gotta split," Mick told him, "Anna's ready!"


"Yeah, sure," Dwight replied, sullenly.


Mick could understand Dwight's interest because Anna looked
stunning tonight. She wore a short red skirt that hugged her hips
and showed her legs to advantage. On her feet she wore high boots
that tightened her arse and made every male want to cup it, if
they dared. But, at the same time, she was poised and controlled
and few had any doubt she was off limits unless she said
otherwise.


She was pleased to be going. They'd been barely in the country 48
hours and she was still fatigued. She leaned against Mick as he
guided her outside to the cab rank. She cuddled up all the way
back to their hotel, grinning contentedly to herself.


"Cooney wanted a date," he told her, laughingly.


"With me?" she asked, "he's a nice boy - why with me?"


"Ho, why not?" Mick chuckled, "you look beautiful, tonight!"


"I do?" she beamed, "but you ignored me - you keep going to smoke
joints and not want to spend the time. Michelle thinks you are
not looking after yourself. She thinks..."


"Anna? What does Anna think? I know what Michelle thinks. She
tells me all the time."


"Ah, I think - I think you are a torn man."


"Huh?"


"Hmm! You are wounded inside - I can tell."


"Tell me more?"


"Well, ah, Sabra? Michelle? Who do I choose, huh? You want one
but know that the other will go with someone else? You cannot
make up your mind. Michelle feels..."


"Uh, uh. Anna's doing fine. You don't need to speak for
Michelle."


"Okay, we, ah, I, don't want you to leave. I'm scared you're
going to go to America to be with Sabra. I don't want to lose
you, Mick." Anna snuggled in a little tighter like a small kid
frightened by a large dog.


"Anna? I'm not going to forget The Curse. It's been a wild ride
and I want to ride it as far as the terminus."


"That's good, Mick," she smiled contentedly. "I want to ride it
with you."


"But, how far, Anna? Y'know - you're going to get offers - to go
solo. You'd be a fool not to look at that?"


"Yes, Sabra told me. She said I'd have artistic control and make
much more money."


"Did she now?" Mick exclaimed. "Didn't say anything to Michelle
and me about that."


"Did, too, or, at least, to Mich. She was there when she said
it."


"Really? So I'm left out of the frame? She's trying to make plans
affecting The Curse and she doesn't tell me? I'm trying to put
together a CD - mostly by myself, working my arse off..."


"I'm sorry, Mick," she shushed him. "I thought you knew. I feel
terrible."


"And Michelle was in on it? I wonder if she was going to get
around to telling..."


"I think Michelle assumed you knew, too. This is all a terrible
mistake!"


"I'll bet! Or Sabra's trying to cut me out of the band?"


"You think this is so?"


"So, what was Michelle going to be? Part of your new backing
band? Me and Karen get ditched and, what, you and Michelle move
to the States?"


"I'm not sure..."


Mick was certain Anna was telling the truth. She was a little
'Looney Toons' at times but he was sure he knew when she was
fantasising. A lot of this seemed to fit - Sabra's coolness
around him, for instance - and to think she was trying to stitch
a deal together breaking up The Curse? Mick was furious and
intended to confront Sabra about it as soon as possible.


He didn't blame her, in a way. It was tough here - tougher than
he remembered from way back in the seventies. There was less
money around and a lot more competition for a shrinking kitty.
But, although Sabra was a hard bitch, she was always fair in
dealing with people. It was so unlike her to double deal behind
his back and he figured it must be the environment that was
polluting her values.


Anna looked upset and Mick put his arm around her - telling her
it was probably a misunderstanding. She relaxed and Mick nuzzled
her hair - drawing in her scent. She was such a beautiful woman,
thought Mick, and, on a purely physical level, irresistable.


He understood Michelle's infatuation. Anna was doe-eyed and child
like, at times, who made you want to rush to comfort, console,
make happy. Making love to this lady would be no trouble at all,
but Mick thought it'd be disasterous. She was 'cherry,' in any
case, and her ability to make love with a male, very much an
unknown quantity.


Anna reminded Mick of a cat curled up in his lap. She cuddled
next to him, dozing from tiredness as they arrived at the hotel.
He nudged her awake and helped her from the cab.


Mick propped her all the way up in the elevator and walked her to
the suite. When they entered they found the big king size empty.
Mick discovered Michelle in the bed in the adjoining suite,
propped up on pillows, with both Emily and her mother sound
asleep. Evidently, Michelle had been feeding her and fell asleep
with the baby at her breast. Mick decided to leave them and
quietly turned off the light.


Anna went into the en-suite to change for bed and came back out,
yawning, dressed in a short, silk nightshirt. Mechanically, she
climbed into bed and settled down. Mick stripped down to his
boxers and climbed in the other side.


He was still a little stoned and that made him horny. The object
of thousands of men's desire was but a touch away and it was
almost more than he could stand. His libido wanted her awake and
receptive and he whispered 'good night' in the hope she was still
conscious.


"Night," she replied, sleepily.


"Hey!" he touched her shoulder. She turned onto her back to look
at him - her expression, enquiring. Mick chanced his arm and
moved in for a kiss. She looked wary, but closed her eyes as he
made contact.


He'd been here a few times, he reasoned, and had even sucked on
those beautiful breasts of her's. The only difference was the
absence of Michelle. He coaxed her into a real kiss, and was
rewarded with a little tongue and a lot of finesse. Her arm came
over his back and she dragged her fingertips down his spine and
over his muscles. Mick wasn't about to back off, now, while Anna
squirmed like a cat.


He remembered Mouton's words about how fucking made him seem
real. Was he now whoring himself in the same fashion he'd
criticised Mal for? Every caress felt like a point scored by the
MTV host but he was on a roll and had to play the game out until
she cried 'enough.'


That call didn't appear immediate as he managed to drag down the
straps of her nightie revealing her boobs. He even rolled a leg
between hers and his thigh felt the heat from her crotch. Anna
pushed against it, stimulating herself, and all things appeared
possible tonight.


Anna raised no objection as he slid his hand into the back of her
panties onto the stunning butt of her's. It even seemed to wake
her up a little and he thought he heard a little gasp as he
tasted her nipples.


"Mick, what are you doing?" Mick stopped at the sound of
Michelle's voice. "Y'think you should be doing that?" They both
looked up at her, guiltily, but Michelle's expression softened.
"You alright with that, Anna?" she asked.


"Sure, sure," she replied, breathless. "It's nice!"


"Ok," Michelle said, quietly. "Um, I guess I'll, um, go back..."


"You not coming to bed with us?" Anna asked, puzzled.


"No, I - Mick? Ah, be gentle with her, ok? Remember she's - ah,
don't force - Oh Hell!"


"You alright?" Mick asked her.


"Yeah - yeah, I am. It's just a shock to see you - and Anna,
doing - getting it together, and..."


"You *can* join us, if you want?"


"I'll pass, Mick, I - I'll leave you two to - Anna, ah, if you
need anything?"


"I'm fine, Mich. Mick, he's so gentle and passionate!"


"Yeah, yeah, I know he is. I know he is, Anna," she replied
quietly. "I'll be next door if..." She turned and practically ran
out of the room. Mick thought he heard her sobbing, but wasn't
sure.


After the Hell she'd put him through this past year and a half,
there was a strange kind satisfaction that, now, she knew what it
felt like.


Anna looked up at him smiling - her chest heaving and those boobs
of her's damp and chewed. He quickly dismissed Michelle from the
situation, and lowered his face again for a smooch.


This time he worked his hand around her panties to the front,
gently easing them a little lower as he went. Anna still smiled,
but there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Her mouth opened
in a gasp as he felt her pussy - finding it moist and open. His
fingers played with her and she pulled him down fiercely and
kissed him again.


Mick grabbed the gusset of her panties and pulled them lower. He
moved his other leg over and she bit her bottom lip in anxiety.


"No I'm fucking not alright," Michelle burst into the room like a
blizzard. "You're a slut, bitch, and how fucking dare you do that
with my boyfriend?"


"What?" said Anna in astonishment.


"You fucking know what you're doing! Mick, he fucks anything and
everybody knows it. Sabra knows it and that's why she kicked him
out the fucking door. I shoulda done the same, when..."


"Calm down, Michelle!"


"No, Mick I won't. Get off my friend, arsehole, and stick your
dick someplace else. She's not yours and never..."


"Shit, Michelle, y'gone crazy?"


"Doped out fucking hippy!" Michelle ran at him and pushed his
body off Anna. She then tried to swing at her, but Michelle
caught her hand. "Let me go!" she demanded. "You've no right..."


"Michelle, stop it," he demanded, dropping his voice - trying to
lower her stress level. "I mean it, stop!" he emphasised.


"No, Mick, it's not fair," she whined. "You can't take her from
me. Why do you always spoil everything?"


"Here?" he offered her the other side of the bed, "get in and
chill. We can talk, but only when you're calm."


Mick had long experience in calming things when tensions boil
over within bands. He figured he could lecture on it up at the
University after The Curse was over.


"Mick, why?" she burst into tears. "My best friend and my
boyfriend?"


Mick had straightened out considerably and he was lucid and clear
what he had to do. "Now, we've all slept together dozen of times
and even all made out. What's the problem here?"


"You did it behind my back."


"Ah, I guess that's my fault," he explained. "You were tired and
sleeping and I thought it best not to wake you."


"Don't lie, Mick?" she whined. "You wanted her all to yourself.
You wanted to fuck her - you've always wanted to fuck her since
we first got together."


"It seemed to be alright with you at one time. It was almost like
you were encouraging me."


"I didn't think Anna would really do it - I mean, *really* do it.
You were going to fuck her, weren't you? Don't lie?"


"That depended on Anna," Mick told her. "She had a say in what
happened, y'know?"


"She's a baby. She doesn't know what she wants. She'll do
anything to please you cos she's fucking in love with you."


"Well, maybe," Mick said, "but, I thought the plan was the three
of us..."


"You said it wouldn't work. You said..."


"Michelle? Can we cut the crap and be honest? I've been in the
dark for a long time about you two. When I think I've figured
you, you throw me a curve ball, like now."


Michelle subsided. She thought for a long time before answering.
On the other side, Anna looked on, apparently confused about it
all - her nightie still dislodged from her breasts and looking as
sexy as ever.


"Anna told me she wanted you to be the first," Michelle began, "I
guess I was never easy with that. Sabra said I shouldn't trust
you - that you couldn't help yourself. I think when you're in the
mood you'd go with anyone. Anna's not strong enough to handle
your cheating - I'm not strong enough to handle you, at the
moment, Mick. You smoke too much dope and you're not yourself. I
don't know what to do."


"Michelle? Uh, I get you think Anna will flip out if it wasn't
for you. I get that's a tremendous responsibility. I also think
that, unintentionally, you bring on Anna's fits..."


"Huh, how?" Michelle looked shocked.


"By coddling her, by preventing her from properly dealing with
them? Tell me, have you taken her to some specialist who might be
able to properly diagnose and treat her? Have you read up about
epilepsy on the Internet? Have you done anything at all except
provide band aids? What are you getting out of it?"


"I don't know what you mean?"


"If she gets these attacks under control," Mick continued, "then
she won't need you around so much, will she? What do you get out
of her being dependent on you? You've been joined at the hip
since you were nine? Isn't that long enough?"


"For what?"


"Anna's about as lesbian as my left finger," Mick said. "She's
just proved it tonight. Why can't you let her have a normal
life?"


"She does."


"She doesn't!" Mick chuckled. "I always thought she was screwed
in the head, but she's just trying to be normal. Michelle, it's
you who have the problems. It's you who's using your emotional
control over her to bind her to you as surely as you're trying it
on with me. You need help, Michelle. Tonight just proves it."


"I'll get her help, then, will that satisfy you?"


"No, Michelle. Let her do it herself? Let her make a decision
beside's what oufit to wear? Anna." He continued to his right. "I
think you may have a form of epilepsy. You can find likely
clinics on the Web. I suggest you book yourself in and get these
attacks sorted. If you want support, Sabra or I will come along
with you."


"What about Mich?" she asked, looking across.


"I want you to actually get there."


"Mick, you're being a real arsehole!" Michelle declared.


"Yeah, I know, and probably not before time."


"A spine, Mick?" Sabra told him on the phone afterwards. "When
did you find it?"


"The penny took a long time dropping," he explained.


"So what happens now, The Curse dissolved?"


"Would that suit you?"


"I'd rather work with the known arrangement," she said, "but, I
have a professional responsibility to acquaint Anna with the
options. You forget, it's all different now from the seventies."


"I guess," he replied. "Didn't sound like you to be dealing
behind my back."


"I wasn't - just talking, no decisions. No way would we decide
things without you and Karen involved. Y'think I'd stiff my own
daughter?"


"No," Mick laughed.


"Now, I'm sorry if you think I'm freezing you out. I'm actually
flat out at the moment with the Grammys..."


"Sure."


"So, what, we still got a band?"


"Gotta cut them loose, Sabra," he said. "This gig's tearing me
up. Maybe when the CD's finished I'll make the move. It's been
great and I'd never've thought I'd be doing this - the Grammy's,
playing punk rock with a bunch of young girls. It's been a
wonderful dream but I need to wake up. I've made enough money to
do what I want. I don't need the stress."


"I understand, Mick. The industry is killing everything. That's
why there're so many independents and folks doing stuff on the
Internet. The recording industry is shit scared and everybody
suffers for it."


"It's been great catching up with you," Mick told her. "Sharing a
bit of the old passion. More than I had a right to have,
actually."


"Yeah, Mick!" she said. "You're still the best fuck! Who's got
you now, eh? Which of the harem have you chosen?"


"Someone new. You don't know her. Totally away from the business.
We click, Sabra, in the worse way. She even likes the blues."


"Hey," she chuckled, "that's a good start. Don't stress about the
CD. I'll negotiate an extension so you can finish in your own
time. I can make that extension open ended, so, who knows, you
may never have to finish it."


"I think the girls and I can work something out," he said. "Get
it down and dusted so we can move on. Sony can shove it in the
vault forever, for all I care."


"Y'want I can shove it up their arses?" she laughed. "I love you
guys to bits and I'm here if any of you need me. If you get
something together again, Mick, remember, we still have a binding
contract."


"I'm sure you'll remind me," he chuckled. "Keep in touch, bye."


Despite it all, The Curse had learned enough professionalism to
show for the Grammy Awards. As expected, Blue Rembrandt beat The
Curse out of the 'New Group' category. Dwight 'Flash' Cooney lead
his boys up and thanked God and the United States for the honour,
then descended the steps to a round of choreographed applause.
There to offer personal congratulations was Anna, resplendent in
another low cut red number. She threw her arms around Dwight
enthusiastically and the Blue Rembrandt singer shot a wink
towards a grinning Mick Johnson.


As expected, The Curse claimed the 'Foreign Group' award and Mick
gathered the girls on each arm to lead them up the red carpeted
steps. Each made a short speech with Mick enigmatically thanking
the Wellington Bus Company. Dwight was waiting to seize Anna when
she returned and the kiss he gave her was a mite longer than the
average congratulatory smooch.


Michelle managed okay, with Sabra on hand to engage her in small
talk. Their manager then whipped her away after, shunning the
parties, back to the Valley to hang, chill and talk. Mick and
Anna made the scene for a while until Anna was smoothly carved
out by Dwight, who took her away to parts unknown.


Mick crashed about 5 in the morning alone. Anna didn't show until
well into the afternoon and, despite being so tired she could
hardly stand, went to sleep with a stupid grin on her face.


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