Sweet revenge

Another prompt from https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/10/06/fffaw-week-of-10-06-2015/

” Just get out there.” The manager kept repeating.

He stood behind the curtains, his knees pralyse, as much as he wanted to
move it seemed that his brain neurons did not connect well. He could hear his
heart beating  in his ear even more than he could hear the cheers
of the crowd.

“Charlie! Charlie !” The crowd of sixty thousand kept chanting over and over again.

I´m the king of rock, I did this in the 90´s I´m the freaking king lets go!

Charlie finally appeared on stage and the people went ballistic. The women started
running towards the front of the stage as cattle being pushed to their stables.
Eventually overpowering the security guards and clinging to……..

What the hell, forgot to put my fucking pants on

Charlie ran and zigzagged through the hungry vultures of women as a gazelle and
finally got behind the curtains.

“Frank! You could have told me I wasn´t wearing pants!!”

Frank the manager smiled, “you could have told me you where going to get another
manager with some time ahead 20 years ago. You where my only client, I lost you,
and I lost all the money I had invested on you, my house, my wife and my kid.”
He walked away without looking back.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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