This chapter is a first pass excerpt from the upcoming The Salvador Dali Cyfer. This scene takes place outside the Dali Museum in Figueres, Spain. The chapter is part of a massive series of events that take place inside the museum and utilize much of the entire museum…as well as a lot of the artwork in the museum.
The chapter has been modified since this was written. For example, La Isla Bonita is no longer the song utilized. The Madonna song was originally chosen based upon search results for top songs played in Spain on Spanish Guitar. A more “appropriate to the characters and entire set of scenes that comprise the Dali Museum” musical piece is now in the novel.
The author believes that a fantastic combination of music, dialog and action is set forth as a challenge for film cast and crew to take on someday. Seriously, what cast and crew wouldn’t want to team together to create art out of the Dali Museum not only in Spain but also the Dali Museum in Tampa?
Dali was originally a Cubist. In the TV show Charmed the characters “orb” from place to place. In The Salvador Dali Cyfer the protagonists “cube” from place to place (The cubing effect, again, is intended to be a construct for cast and crew to take advantage of to entertain the “mass public”). In this chapter the characters have already “cubed” themselves inside the base of the statue outside the Dali Museum.
The Ample Ones are designed to be dressed for a “Night at the Museum.” Their dress will change as “magical” events happen. Perhaps maybe one of the Ample-Alliswell sisters ends up having her dress ripped and reformed like an island outfit such as Ginger on Gilligan’s Island wore. Regardless, what actresses wouldn’t want to be able to vamp it act as an Ample One? The author is of the (obviously biased) opinion that the dialog and action and romance\spice\steam are something way more delicious and delightful for 3 actresses to play versus playing…say… Charleys Angels.
By this time in the story Pfeelmi (red) is physically wearing the Dali eye and Dali lips. The jewelry came to life and sprouted miniature legs and climbed on her face and then drilled their way into her head; Pfeelmi is now possessed. What actress doesn’t want to be the Ample one with the Dali jewelry as part of her face? What make-up and effects department don’t want to work on such a challenge?
From a writing stand point the perspective of the action is from the perspective of two new as yet uninvolved characters. This provides a “change of pace” to the story breaking the monotony of focusing solely on the main protagonists while also foreshadowing what is to come.
What cast and crew doesn’t want to bring Dali’s head to life? How many other Dali works do you think are written into The Salvador Dali Cyfer that the cast and crew get to bring to life to entertain the world with?
Magical Night at the Museum
Rodrigo Sagunto sat in a chair at an outdoor table playing La Isla Bonita for the lovely young Zanita. Zanita sat on the round table with her feet on a chair carefully balancing her body so that the table did not flip down from overloaded weighting.
The temperature was brisk; it was just over seven degrees with clear skies and no wind. The courtyard of the Dali Museum was lit; so was Rodrigo. His hope was that the garnatxa combined with his guitar playing and cooing crooning and the ambience of the museum on top of the vegetarian friendly repast at La Tagliatella was all working magic on Zanita’s heart and soul for a night cap of exploration of the New World. Despite his best efforts she seemed uninterested in his engaging in plundering. This baffled him for history was filled with successful conquests. Tonight was trending towards failure to discover the fountain of youth.
He finished singing and placed his guitar on the table. He stood up grabbing her wine glass off the table walking around behind her to play straight jacket. He wrapped his arms around her bringing the glass to her lips softly speaking Spanish saying “Some more wine for my beautiful lovely Zanita?”
Zanita took the glass from his hand while brusquely utilizing her shoulders in the brush back off move. Her mouth uttered a disdainful snort while she utilized the stare off in the distance I’m not happy with you now move. She found herself staring at the twenty foot tall monument to Meissonier erect about ten feet in front of her. She found herself counting what appeared to be treaded tires stacked on top of each other comprising the tower of the monument; she counted sixteen rings. Atop the tires was a platform with a statue of Meissonier sitting in a chair looking like a tired, bored old man. Zanita found herself feeling bored by another standard wolf at the door. She had hoped for so much more. Her horoscope had promised so much more. Instead her mind continued wandering with thoughts like Why do leaves turn brown in the fall? and If I get a tongue piercing should I get a genuine pearl?
Rodrigo’s hands went for the nape in the Let me try a neck rub maneuver. “Oh my Fuengirolan Flor” he spoke to her ear “What is so wrong that makes you so cold on this evening? Are you too cold, yes? Would you like to go somewhere warmer? I know a place with a big fireplace we can retire to if you would like. We can take the rest of the wine with us and go feel the flames against our bodies.”
On the same night one a different day with a different lothario Zanita would be all over fanning a flame. Tonight she looked ahead at the window encompassing head of Dali that rested on top of an egg in the window of the museum beyond her. Tonight she wanted the head to speak to her or the TV in the forehead of the Dali head to turn her on for display. Tonight there was no magic there. Tonight she petulantly pouted “You promised me a magical night! There has been nothing magical at all tonight!”
Rodrigo pressed his body closer to Zanita while dropping his arms back down hugging her while he spoke into her ear. “Doesn’t that feel magical? You have sparked the fire of my desire my wonderful arsonist.” He softly kissed her neck while performing a mini imitation of a hound dog continuing “I need my adorable firefighter to come and put out the flame.”
“No” Zanita drolly replied slowly wriggling free “You are acting like a firehouse dog looking for a fire hydrant to go pee on!” She looked over her shoulder at him to gauge how the skewering affected Rodrigo’s eyes. “And I am not dressed up like a fire hydrant and I don’t want to be peed upon!” She noticed he gave her a hurt puppy dog look which sparked her adding “And your magic trick isn’t a very magic trick. It’s more like a magic sick. It’s more like…”
Zanita stopped speaking as her train of thought changed gears by what she saw enter her eyes. Her body leaned forward and her eyes squinted as if somehow it would make a difference in what she saw.
Rodrigo attempted to process a reply that could possibly be kindling but what can a male say that has any chance of working when he is called a fire hydrant peeing dog? He was not about to be deterred but then his eyes noticed that Zanita’s attention had completely left his amorous aspirations. His eyes followed her line of sight leading to him letting out a surprised gasp of “Que carajo?”
A thin light suddenly emanated from the base of the Meissonier statue. The light formed a linear three-fourths of a rectangle through the circular tires motif. The top and bottom lights seemed like three feet across and they each counted in their heads the vertical rise to be ten tires in height. Then the tires silently opened outward like a hinged door. The heads of Zanita and Rodrigo turned to look at each other seeing each other’s eyes bugging out as each asked the other “Esta viendo eso?”
After confirming their mutual shared reality they turned their heads back to looking at the doorway. A brick-house brunette in a royal blue dress with a cross neck strap creating a cordate plunging neckline framing displaying ample assets stepped out of the doorway. Her gait was an easy saunter as the tight fitting dress framed a body in motion like liquid in a container slowly swinging from side-to-side atop to-die-for vertically line heels. The tanned woman’s hair stood curled and pinned up but almost unnoticeable because the totally white eyes shining from the sockets riveted their attention.
Rodrigo’s mouth unconsciously let loose a whistle followed by a soft and slow “Ole! O-LE!” His arms unconsciously wrapped around the body of the stunned Zanita who was suddenly finding herself a bit more receptive to his magic trick.
Then the white eyed woman in white with glowing white eyes stepped out. The sight of the tanned luscious lipped lovely in lace caused Rodrigo’s heart to suddenly grow like the Grinch’s heart grew. Zanita could feel his beating heart beating her as he unrealizingly squeezed Zanita tighter. The white dress woman stepped alongside the blue dress woman and the held hands striking a vogue pose of strength. Rodrigo discovered the fountain of Bart youth letting out a mindless slow “Ay Caramba.”
Then Rodrigo’s fire hydrant appeared through the doorway. The air temperature suddenly seemed as if it were increasing. “Ella es caliente!” softly escaped his lips and his mind artificially created dry ice effect accentuating her entrance. Her dress fit so snugly it seemed painted on moving forward by prowling perambulation. The only skin not otherwise seen by him hid behind the two shoulder straps holding the dress on the body. He so badly wanted to be a Dalmatian playing with a fireplug.
She looked at Rodrigo with her cybernetic face. Her lips were made of small rubies with teeth made of and a mouth full of pearls. One eye looked like the other females eyes showing a completely white view. Her other eye was made of an open red clock framed by a diamond eye socket with a single diamond tear drop hanging from the inside of the eye. The clock emanated a red glow around a black pupil. Rodrigo could feel the red eye glow on his face like a laser targeting system putting a dot on the head of the prey. She started slowly walking towards him.
Zanita found herself mesmerized by the ladies. She had no idea who they were or what they were doing but it was all magical and she wanted so badly to join in the magic that was happening. She saw a tall slender bearded male appear out from the doorway. He was dressed in a crazy Technicolor coat smoking a long slender Gandalf pipe and he seemed to be pleasantly talking to some invisible door man.
The male noticed Red walking towards her. He pleasingly spoke something in English motioning for the Fire Hydrant to come back. He kept speaking while starting to jaunt after the Glowing Eye. Just as he was about to put hs arms on Red’s shoulders Lacy White let go of Blue’s hand raising both her hands out with her fingers fully extended. Just like that the male stopped as if he were frozen in place by an unseen magical ice storm. Wow! Zanita thought I’d die to be able to do THAT!
The cybernetic Red dress stepped up to Rodrigo placing her hand on his leg to move his body slightly away from Zanita’s body. He felt his body melt like a Dali watch with her touch. She slowly stepped even closer to him grabbing his shirt pulling him closer and closer until their open lips met. Her ruby lips felt like blissful ice freezing the two of them together. He didn’t move his tongue forward for a foehn flew forward down his throat into his inner being grabbing his soul and sucking it back up as a succubus extracts a soul. He willfully ceded his essence to her only to be crestfallen when she suddenly let go leaving his soul to retreat from his mouth back within his body.
Zanita observed the activities with wide eyes and gaping mouth. She greened with envy over the ecstasy Rodrigo experienced while she watched his eyes lose the life in them only to witness the osculation ending return life to his orbs. The bionic beauty turned her attention towards Zanita. Zanita moved her head to willfully engage in lip locking with the fire hydrant. The rubies warmed her labium and the warmth spread throughout her body. Her tongue moved forward expecting to meet a wall of pearls only to be surprised by engagement with mutual muscle. The sensation felt delicious until Zanita felt a wonderful pain sensation in the middle of her tongue. The pain hurt so good like a hard spanking of buttocks feels when sexually aroused.
Then the coupling suddenly disappeared. The magical physical arousal stayed but the physical contact had ended. She watched disappointedly knowing that she would never see and never be the mysterious woman walking away from here. Her mouth stayed open with her tongue licking her lips to lick up every last taste of ruby. That’s when she realized her tongue was now pierced with a gift: a pearl stud.
Zanita was ready to find Rodrigo’s fire. Their magical night was just beginning.