Razzle Dazzle
by Nyssa Jayne
Give them the old razzle dazzle... drink the lolly water, flash the newly printed keypass to the big, bad world, drive off into the sunset. Be irresponsible! It's your thing now. Only because you can.
You have the rest of your life from this point onwards to get it right.
His blond hair fell in front of his eyes. He wondered if he looked alluring with the way he'd gelled it so that it flicked in front of his eyes, or whether he'd gotten the whole look wrong. Would the old razzle dazzle work?
Across on the other side of the world, a girl, with hair gelled to flick in front of her eyes figured she wasn't that alluring because she was spending the night in front of a computer, writing about a boy with blond hair.
She had the rest of her life from this point onwards to get it right.
It's just that she wanted his story to be just right, just now.
His brother just had to wake up to look alluring. He had to work a little harder than that.
His brother had also knocked up his girlfriend. He wondered if the two were related.
His brother gave the old razzle dazzle. He was irresponsible because it was his thing now. After all -- he had the rest of his life from this point onwards to get it right. There was time to fuck it up.
She wondered if he gelled his hair like she gelled his hair. She didn't wonder long. For as long as she was writing about him, he was hers.
As far as she was concerned, he had got it right, without the old razzle dazzle.
He stopped worrying about his hair. He had the rest of his life from this point onwards to get it right.
Musical Credit
'Razzle Dazzle', from the 'Chicago' movie soundtrack