Chapter five

 

HIP   HOP   WORLD – ITS ALL COMING  BACK

 

      [Balalaika was later force to eat his humble pie, by apologizing to maracas, while he was doing that, the rest of the group were becoming nasty]

 

Violin: today is a bit dull

Congas: you are right, perhaps the boys don’t want to get high

Viola: ehen! People lets get dirty in here

Harp: excuse me, what do you mean lets get dirty

Viola: well before you girls arrive here Cello and I already have various ideas to make this place lively for everyone, Cello let them have it

Cello: actually the idea is a very dirty game

Viola: all we need is two volunteer, one from the boys and of course one from the beautiful ladies

Cello: and then we expect both the volunteer to be very very emotional when dancing

Viola: and of course when we say emotional we mean romantic you have to romance the lady or the lady will romance you

Violin: we can make the dance clean if we want to, right

Viola; the choice is yours

Cello: so who will step out from either side?

Harp: you guys are corrupt and I’ll keep saying that until you all change

Viola: if you don’t like what we are doing I suggest you live

Tambourine: come on harp let just do this and have fun

Harp: fun! You called this fun, you girls can go ahead, and for me I am out of here

 

 

 

       [Harp knew she will not be able to suppress their dubious act so she left their vicinity]

 

Viola: ladies first, come on ladies we are waiting, who’s going to volunteer?

Tambourine: I’ll do it

 

       [Tambourine came out dancing like a gypsy to be spray money. Cello volunteers for the fellows, so the dirty game is on]

 

Tambourine: hmm cello! So is you that want to do the nasty dance

Cello: yeah let’s go baby

Piccolo: oh yeah people the show is on

Bongos: yeah I definitely like what I am seeing right now

Piccolo: damn I need more drink to get high, do you need one

Bongos: no mehn I am already high

 

 

        [As the lass and fellows in the room were getting freaky, balalaika and maracas are so emotional outside]

 

Balalaika: come on girl wait up!

Maracas: get away from me balalaika

Balalaika: I am sorry for saying you cannot cook in front of your friend

Maracas: you make me look irrelevant right before my friends

Balalaika: you are not irrelevant they respect you, is just the way you dress, is too religious and local

Maracas: oh there you go again

 

         [Before anybody could say Jack Robinson, balalaika kiss maracas]

 

Maracas: hmm… hmm what the hell are you doing?

Balalaika: I’m kissing you

Maracas: well hell yeah I know, why do you kiss me

Balalaika: you are going on and on about how I embarrass you, and I already say I’m sorry, you don’t want to listen to my pleading so I kiss you, to tell you the truth I think I am in love with you

Maracas: what did you say?

Balalaika: I said I love you

Maracas: boy do you think you can cajole me by saying those three words

Balalaika: well there always be someone to say those three words when one is in love, no matter the situation

Maracas: I guess you are right

Balalaika: come here girl

 

             [For balalaika and maracas the love game is on. On the other side tambourine and Cello are still doing their dirty game while the rest of the guys are curious of what is going to happen next]

 

Tambourine: hmm! Yeah touch me real hard boy

Cello: tell me where you want it and I’ll give it to you

Tambourine: all over my body baby

Cello: all right that’s what you are going to get

Tambourine: yes that’s how I want it caress me, oh I love the way you fondle my body

Viola: oh my god, cello you are good, very good

Cello: yeah that’s me and that is my show, who is the next person?

Bongos: me…me…me

Viola: easy now nobody is dragging it with you… all right who is coming for our lovely ladies?

 

        [There was a short silence among the ladies, but they all expect Sitar to go forward]

 

Rhythm: come on Sitar you have to go

Sitar: I don’t think I’m ready, why are you asking me to step out

Rhythm: well you have made your intention known to us about how you like bongos

Sitar: right I’ll go

Viola: ladies, don’t waste our time

Piccolo: yeah come on, time wait for nobody

 

     [As Sitar was stepping out bongos soliloquize for a moment]

 

Bongos: oh my, is Sitar I remember back in school how I always make fun of her calling her all sort of name, angle 90 ha ah I’m a bad boy

 

   [Meanwhile balalaika and maracas are outside the room rounding up their thing]

 

Maracas: hmm, o boy you such a good lover

Balalaika: thanks for the compliment

Maracas: ha! Who is giving you a compliment because of the small thing we just did, look let me tell you my ex- boyfriend used to be a sex addict, that’s why I broke up the relationship

Balalaika: so you are not a virgin

Maracas: see this boy I tell you say I be virgin, why are you so surprise

Balalaika: I’m not really surprise, but I was just thinking, as a Muslim lady I expect you to keep your virginity until you get married

Maracas: oh I see so after you have went inside you are saying I should have remain outside, so you just want to dump like a piece of rubbish

Balalaika: no no don’t get me wrong, what happen between us was so emotional that can not be control, it was meant to happen, I can never dump you and talking about dumping did your ex- boyfriend dump you or something

Maracas: actually he got the aids virus

Balalaika: oh I’m sorry about that

Maracas: I was really shock when I discover he had the virus

Balalaika: so what about you are you safe?

Maracas: don’t worry, I tested negative

Balalaika: so did you hear from him after he contract the aids virus

Maracas: yes the last I heard from him he wanted to commit suicide

Balalaika: suicide! It is really disturbing for youth of our generation contemplating suicide; I mean there is even a guy here thinking of committing suicide

Maracas: what! Who is that person?

Balalaika: I’m sorry I can not tell you

Maracas: come on my darling don’t you trust me

Balalaika: if I tell you promise me nobody will know about it

Maracas: you have my word I will not tell anybody

Balalaika: is repertoire

Maracas: repertoire?