Another day, another gallon of glitter and several flocks of feathers all for naught

She sauntered off the stage, crossed one long, slender, oh-so-shapely clown-shoed foot in front of the other and lit a bubblegum cigarette. Her eyes were the color of shadows reflecting off balloon animals. Her perfume smelled like kettle corn and would linger in my memory like the damn theme from "The Banana Splits." (One banana, two banana, three banana, four...) The look in her eyes spelled "trouble" and then they spelled "ukulele..."