One minute I’m staring out a car window at a black Ferrari creeping through a Cabrini-Green parking lot; the next I’m standing on the dance floor of the Dragon Room, watching a guy pretending to kill a girl pretending to take a bath. Flashes pop, and a dozen people point digital cameras at the killer as he pulls out a big plastic knife. The girl never drops her rubber duckie, even when he slits her throat from ear to ear.
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Onstage the girl is dead. Her killer throws his hands in the air and dances around the body, which is quickly removed by two bare-chested men in black vinyl pants. They’re wearing theater masks: one’s happy, the other’s sad. The sad one looks like he didn’t want to work tonight.
He looks at me funny, then leans in close, jerks his thumb at the stage, and screams, “I said, ‘What’s supposed to be happening up there?’”
Suddenly a guy in a Wonder Woman costume shows up. The girls hide behind Wonder Woman, who throws the killer against the wall, then tosses him off the stage. It might be retribution for the rubber duckie girl–or not. A few seconds later another guy in a Wonder Woman costume jumps onstage and play fights with the first one, finally chasing him off the stage with a kick in the pants. Then the whole cast comes out, takes a bow, and starts dancing. That’s when I realize the guy in the prisoner costume wasn’t even in the show.
