“Every move you make, Every breath you take, I’ll be watching you,” Greta sang.
“Great voice,” a woman shouted from a fire escape.
“Did you know that my name is great spelled sideways,” Greta laughed as she opened her car door.
“Great ass,” a different woman shouted from the same fire escape.
“Welcome to New York,” Valia said.
Greta just laughed and got into the car following her directions to the hotel. A few doors away from the hotel, she noticed a guy sitting in a van reading. She willed him to pull out of the parking spot and go get some gas, parking in the spot when he left.
“I don’t know why, but I think this is going to be an adventure,” she smiled looking up at the hotel. She took her bags out of the trunk and walked into the lobby. A guy looking like he could belong to any number of bands held the door open for her and said, “Hello, welcome to the Chelsea.”
There sure are a lot of friendly people here so far, Greta thought.
You command it from them, you’re fabulous, Valia replied.
The lobby was painted a bright yellow, the walls covered in artwork. When she got to the front desk she told them she was part of the Female Cramps entourage, and she offered her credit card and her drivers license to register.
“I can tell this is your first time here,” the guy at the front desk said.
“Yes, New York is fabulous, and this place, well, its reputation certainly precedes itself.” Greta replied. It’s a pleasure to be here.”
“You are in Room 619, do you need help with your things?” the guy asked.
“Oh no, I’ll manage,” she said and walked over to the elevator, climbed aboard and pushed the button for the sixth floor. “This is a famous place, many artists have stayed here,” Greta said.
The room was decorated in dark colors. It had a queen size bed and a television. A vase of fresh flowers sat on a dresser that seemed an eternity away from the bed compared to the room she and Valia had in Philadelphia. The ceilings were very high, and made her feel less confined while she still got used to her new height. She called her mother at work, willing her to recognize her new voice as her daughters. “Sissy got us a room at the Chelsea Hotel,” Greta said.
“Are you ok honey, do you need anything, more money?” Marlene asked.
“Nope, I am doing just fine in the cash department,” Greta replied. “I stopped in Atlantic City to meet a dear internet friend visiting from very far away and got lucky on a few slot machines,” she giggled.
“Enjoy your stay in New York, and please be careful, got to go honey, love you.”
“Love you too,” Greta said and hung up.
“Come on darling, let’s go see some sights,” Greta said walking over to Valia who was standing looking out the window. She wrapped her arms around her and gave her a hug. Whatcha looking at?”
“I was thinking of the tasks that lie ahead for you,” Valia replied, “and about how happy I am to be a part of them with you.”
“I would not be here were it not for you,” Greta smiled. “Shall we start then?”
“If you wish.”
Greta went to the bathroom, had a tinkle on the toilet looked in the mirror and once again marveled at her new looks. She threw the room key into her purse, slung it around her shoulder and walked out the door. She thought she saw someone at the end of the hall entering their room as she walked to the elevator. When she got to the lobby, Sissy and a few friends were sitting there laughing. They all paused for a moment to gaze at Greta’s long stride and elegant beauty as she passed, turning to look directly at Sissy and smile. She does not recognize me yet, Greta thought.
“What I would love to do with her,” the young woman sitting next to Sissy said before she jumped up and ran towards Greta.
“Uhm, excuse me, but have we met before?” Sissy asked.
Greta simply smiled back at her.
“Well here,” Sissy said handing her a postcard flyer to her show later that evening. “Come by if you like, I’ll have you on the guest list. What’s your name?”
“Valia,” Greta replied, placing the card in her purse before she turned and walked away.
“God, I bet she didn’t understand a word I said,” Sissy said to one of her friends. “I bet she is Russian.”
“There are a lot of tall women in Eastern Europe, you may be right.”
“Was that a bad thing to do?” Greta asked.
“She seems attracted to you in any form,” Valia replied. “There is so much energy in this place.”
“Yes, I feel it too, and I was thinking that a day is simply not enough time to take this city in,” Greta said.
Together they walked down the streets of Manhattan, noticing one famous place after another. They stopped at a fruit stand where Greta purchased a small fruit bowl and a bottle of water. “I wish you could taste this,” she smiled holding up a large red grape. Valia just laughed, marveling at the innocence that Greta possessed.
A homeless woman came shuffling down the street slowly, not making eye contact with anyone. As she passed, Greta offered her the remainder of her fruit bowl that she reached out and took, continuing to look down at the ground. “Oh, I am not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing so many homeless people,” Greta said.
“There is something I must do with such limited time on this visit,” Greta said and hailed a taxi. “Get me as close to the Ground Zero site as you can,” she told the driver.
“Yes m’ahm,” the Jamaican driver replied. He pointed out one famous place after another as they drove through Greenwich Village to the site. He dropped her off on Vessey Street and thanked her for the tip.
The site was busy with workers beginning construction on what was to be the new World Trade Center. “This is where so much of the mess we are in today started,” Greta said as tears formed in her eyes. As they slowly walked around the site, Greta smiled at a young girl about 12 years of age who turned away from the site to look up at her. She could just tell the young girl had lost someone there.
Tell her I love her, a man’s voice spoke. Tell her I am fine, and that I miss her and her mother very much.
Greta was not wearing Valia, so she could not see the owner of the voice, but she could sense he was standing next to his daughter.
“Hey honey,” Greta smiled. “Did you lose someone here?”
“I lost my father here,” the young girl replied with a sophisticated sounding adult voice. “He’s never been found.”
“He’s never really been lost,” Greta replied. “He, like so many others who were lost that day, are still here, waiting to bring some finality to the tragedy that separated you all from your loved ones.”
“I’ve always felt as if he were still here, standing next to me when I come to visit.”
Greta and the young girl both started sobbing as she took her in her arms and comforted her. “You’re daddy is here with you now,” Greta said. “He wants you to know that he misses you and your mother very much, and that he is fine where he is.” The young girl started sobbing uncontrollably.
“This is the first time I have been able to cry since that day,” the young girl said.
“You just let those wonderful tears of sadness flow my dear,” Greta said, “let them flow until they become tears of joy knowing that your father is always with you, and that he loves you, and that he wants you to move past this tragedy and live a happy life.”
She could hear the man crying as she spoke.
“If I didn’t know any better, I might think that you are an angel,” the young girl said.
“You know, that’s the second time I have heard that this week,” Greta giggled wiping the tears from her eyes and the cheeks of the young girl.
“Thank you,” the young girl said. “I can’t explain it, but I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.”
“You’re welcome honey, live your life and be happy.”
I don’t know how to than
k you, the male voice spoke.
You can let all who died here know that I am going to make certain a tragedy like this never happens again, Greta replied.
She turned and hailed a passing taxi. “Chelsea Hotel,” she said. The driver kept insisting he had seen her somewhere before, in a Vogue Magazine or something. Greta turned to Valia and thought, So this is the price we pay for being gorgeous on planet Earth at the start of the Twenty-First Century huh?
It is a small price to pay, Valia replied.
Chapter 14
Sissy to Strawberry Field
Back at the hotel, Greta stopped at the front desk. “Can you please tell me what room Sissy Carlo is staying in?”
“That would be Room 324,” the clerk replied.
“Thank you,” Greta replied walking quickly to the elevator, pushing the button for three. She could sense that Sissy was inside as she approached, indeed she could hear her laughing as she stood outside Room 324. “Wish me luck,” she whispered to Valia who seemed to be entertained watching her. She focused her thoughts on Sissy, willing that she recognize her as Greta immediately upon seeing her, and on the others in the room in case they were sitting with her in the lobby earlier, to forget they had seen her. She knocked on the door.
“Greta,” Sissy screamed throwing herself around her and giving her a big hug. “When did you get here?”
“A few hours ago,” Greta replied. “I told myself I would pay a visit to Ground Zero before I did anything else in New York.”
“I know, I cried my eyes out the first time I was there,” Sissy replied. She introduced Greta to the small group of friends she had been sitting in the lobby with. “Hey, we were just about to head out for a bite to eat, it’s hours til our show, and I don’t like to perform on a full stomach.”
“I’m not hungry, and I could use a hot shower,” Greta said. “You are playing at the Delancey aren’t you?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“My Macbook,” Greta lied having seen it on the card Sissy handed her earlier.
“I am in Room 619, it’s dark, like me,” Greta laughed.
“Dark and full of light,” Sissy said before Greta headed up to her room.
Greta was out of all her clothes before she landed on the bed next to Valia. “Is it possible I am more attracted to you than ever?”
“It often happens to twins,” Valia smiled.
“Valia, what I just did with Sissy and her friends seemed so easy, like second nature if you will,” Greta said. “How many people could I reach at one time being completely one with you now?”
“Alone, you could easily reach everyone within this city,” Valia replied. “Together we could multiply that number greatly.”
Greta stood up and walked over to the window, the afternoon light showing every curve of her body. Valia watched for a few moments before she stood up and joined her at the window. “Yes, it would be that easy for you,” she whispered.
Reaching behind her to find Valia’s hand, she led her to the open area at the foot of the bed, wrapped her arms around her, and began dancing slowly as she softly sang, “Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone, Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon, Show me slowly what I only know the limits of, Dance me to the end of love.” In an instant they were on the roof as they continued dancing in the bright sunlight. “Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on, Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long, We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above, Dance me to the end of love.” They kissed and instantly were back on the bed in their room, exploring and loving each other until the sun set.
The phone next to the bed rang. Greta groaned having to move to answer it because the position she was in, sprawled across the bed with Valia, their genitals touching, was just so wonderful and comfortable. “Hello,” she answered.
“Hey Greta, I’m glad you’re there,” Sissy said. ‘I was trying to reach you on your cel, but it must have been turned off.”
“Yes, I am charging it,” Greta lied. She willed it off when it began to ring in the middle of their lovemaking.
“This guy has the extreme hots, for Pen, she is my bassist, anyway, he owns a Limo Service, so I told him to provide a limo for you to get to and from the show and wherever,” Sissy continued.
“Sissy that is so nice of you, thanks,” Greta replied sitting up. When Valia turned to lie on her stomach, she began tracing the tattoo like images on her back that were hers now. These are so sexy, she thought.
“Yeah, I figured I had better arrange for your own mode of transport,” Sissy said. “You’re invited to the parties we are invited to after the show, but knowing you, the way you look I am sure you will have a date before the show is over, haaaaaa.”
“I already have,” Greta laughed.
“Then bring her to the show, I’d like to meet her.”
“I’ll try, but she is a little jet lagged,” Greta giggled. “She’s from France,” she said sounding like one of the Coneheads from Saturday Night Live.
“See ya later then, they will call before to arrange a time for pickup, bye.” Sissy said and hung up.
Valia was laughing quietly. “We must go to France one day,” she said.
Greta knew the show started at nine. When the limo service called, she told them to pick her up at nine since she really disliked sitting around waiting, and she just had a feeling that the new her was going to be beating them all off evening. That left about an hour before they had to get ready. Greta willed the television turned on, and at times she and Valia would get into a channel changing battle. They found the classic New York Style crazy commercials humorous.
The longer Valia was with Greta, the more her sense of humor developed. The longer they were together, the faster they got used to their identical appearances housing such different personalities.
Greta decided it was time to get ready for the show. “Showertime?” she asked Valia jumping up and down on the bed like an excited child.
“Showertime,” Valia replied.
By the end of the shower Greta had Valia singing along to a Eurythmics tune, “Who’s that girl, Running around with you, Tell me, Who’s that girl, Running around with you?” discovering that at least for Valia, if Greta knew the lyrics, so did she.
After the shower, Greta sprayed them both with her allure perfume. She then dressed in a pair of baggy black Capri pants. “Must leave room for you between my thighs,” she giggled. She added a long oversized fuchsia tank top braless again, and her new pair of Red Chili Pepper Hi-Top Converse shoes. While putting on her ruby red lipstick she asked Valia if she was color coordinated enough.
The limo service rang at exactly nine o’clock. “Come on sweetie, our carriage awaits.”
Coming out of the elevator she passed an elderly man. “Such beautiful twins,” he said as he slipped into the elevator before the door closed.
Uh, he did say twins, plural right? Greta thought.
Yes he did.
The limo driver was waiting in the lobby. He introduced himself, opened the doors leading out of the hotel and into the limo. “Do you need to stop anywhere before going to the Delancey?” he asked.
“No, but afterwards might be another story,” Greta smiled. It was less than a thirty-minute drive to the club. On the way there her phone rang. “Hello,” she answered.
“Hello, is Greta there?” Clarissa replied.
Greta willed Clarissa to recognize the new her. “This is Greta darling, how are you, where are you?” she asked.
“We are on a train heading to D.C.,” she replied. I believe we will get there shortly after noon.”
“It is great to hear your voice,” Greta said. “Tell me, are you still in love?”
“Robyn found out that her aunt is spending the summer in Tuscany, so we are going to be staying at her town home,” Clarissa replied. “You must stay with us, a room is going to be impossible to find.”
“Oh I don’t want to impose.”
“Honey it has four bedrooms and three levels, I think we could spend a week there and not see each other, her auntie is loaded as she puts it,” Clarissa laughed.
“I never thought about rooms being scarce with a million people expected, sure I’ll stay with you.”
“Goody,” Clarissa shouted. “I will email and text you the address on the new iPhone Robyn bought me today.”
“See you sometime tomorrow,” Greta said, “love you.”
She sounds so happy, Valia said.
Yes, and she owes it all to you, Greta thought.
The limo pulled up in front of the club. In New York limos were as numerous as taxicabs in Chicago, so most New Yorkers didn’t give them a second glance. When the driver opened the door and Greta stepped out of the limo though, she turned many heads.
“Here is my cel number,” the driver told her. “I will be parked just across the street.”
“Thank you,” Greta said and walked to the front door as if floating in her new sneakers.
“Ms. Garbova by any chance?” the door attendant asked.
“Why yes,” she answered in her new deep voice.
He looked at her as if in a trance. “Sissy described you, but you are far more attractive in person. She is downstairs,” he continued motioning to a coworker. “Julia, would you mind taking Ms. Garbova to the band?”
“Not at all,” Julia replied. “This way Ms. Garbova was it?”
“Greta,” she replied. “Nice looking club you have here.”
“Thursdays are one of my favorite nights to work here,” Julia said. “There is usually a live band here on Thursdays, and that makes for a fun night.”
“You know I have never seen Sissy perform,” Greta said.
“They put on a great show,” Julia smiled. “Sissy gets them going, she’s pretty hot.”
Julia knocked on a door that opened to a small backstage area. “Enjoy the show,” she said and left.
Greta could feel all the eyes in the room on her as she entered.
“Greta,” Sissy shouted. She gave her a hug.
“Thank you so much for the limo,” Greta said. “It is so nice not having to worry about driving or hailing a taxi afterwards.”
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