American Entertainment 1978: New York Night Fever

Chapter 95 Carnival

The elevator doors slowly opened, and a wave of noise rushed in. The lobby was still packed with KISS fans who hadn't left yet, holding up homemade posters and humming "Rock and Roll All Night" in waves.

Remembering that he was now a well-known figure among teenagers around Los Angeles because of his role as a judge in a school disco competition, Zik subconsciously raised his hand and put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"This is the price of fame," he murmured to himself, a subtle feeling passing through his heart.

The feeling of being surrounded by crowds yet needing to be constantly vigilant was both unfamiliar and exciting. He couldn't help but mutter to himself that if he ever became a big star, he would definitely need to find one or two reliable followers like JR to keep him safe.

Fortunately, the people gathered here today were all enthusiastic rock fans who came to see Kiss. ​​Even if a few people thought he looked familiar, most of them just glanced at him a couple of times and didn't have much interest in him, and no one swarmed up to ask for his autograph.

Zeke made his way through the crowd and had the hotel doorman call a taxi for him. Orange County is part of the greater Los Angeles area, about an hour's drive from Hollywood, so he took the opportunity to recover from the shock he had just experienced at the hotel.

As the car pulled out of the hotel driveway, the driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and suddenly spoke: "Mr. Zeke Rossi."

"My God, my son participated in that disco competition just a few days ago, and you look even younger than in the newspapers."

"Hello," Zik replied politely.

"My son's name is Jack. He was second in his class at Fountain Valley High School. Do you remember him?"

"Oh, he dances pretty well." Zik nodded, an image of a boy in a sequined shirt with somewhat stiff dance steps flashing through his mind.

The two chatted casually. When the car passed a Vons supermarket, Zik remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he asked the driver to stop.

Stepping into the supermarket, the bright fluorescent lights and neatly arranged shelves gave him a long-lost sense of everyday life.

He casually picked out some sandwiches and fruit, then went to the cashier to pay.

The cashier was a young woman with a high ponytail, the ends of which were styled in the then-popular "surf curls." She looked up and saw his face, her eyes widening instantly. Her voice, with a soft, slightly nasal tone characteristic of California girls, rose slightly at the end: "Oh my god—Zek Rossi?" She frantically wiped her hands on her apron, nearly knocking over the gum shelf behind her. "I saw the photos of you as a disco judge! It was in the Orange County Register; you looked so—cool—in that bright silver suit!"

Zik smiled and pushed the groceries over, saying, "Thank you, could you please calculate how much all of this costs?"

"Wait, let me calculate—"

She looked down at the cash register, her fingers flying across the keyboard, but then she couldn't help but look up again, her eyes sparkling: "Your song, 'Sweet Dreams'—my roommate plays it in the dorm every night. She says it's a magic song that makes all the boys come over to chat her up." She bit her lower lip, then quickly added, "Of course, I love it too! It's a hundred times better than those horribly loud punk rock songs."

The girl's small gestures and the undisguised adoration and affection in her eyes caused a surge of suppressed hormones within Zeke.

He had seen that look in the eyes of the girls in the hotel room earlier.

It's just that at this moment it's being projected onto myself in a more naive and direct way.

"That'll be $8.24 in total, Mr. Zeke."

Qi Ke took out his wallet to pay, and as the girl gave him change, her fingertips lightly scratched his palm. She lowered her voice, leaned forward slightly, and revealed the clear lines of her collarbone beneath the collar of her work clothes.

"I heard that Casablanca Records has an open competition in Los Angeles open to everyone, and the winner gets to appear on 'The Murph Griffin Show'? Mr. Zeke, your opinion must be very important, right?" Her blue eyes were filled with undisguised anticipation, like two shimmering rays of sunlight. "If there's a chance—could you help me make a connection? I really want to try."

Looking into her eyes, which held the same light of ambition and longing he had seen when he first arrived in Hollywood, Zeke understood. She was also a girl with beautiful fantasies about the entertainment industry, eager to seize every opportunity.

He smiled, not answering directly, but simply picked up the paper bag: "Just call me Zeke. You're so pretty, why didn't you participate in the previous campus competition?"

"I'm not a high school student anymore, I'm a freshman at Kingsworth Academy." The girl's voice was a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up. "And around that time, I participated in the Miss Orange County pageant, and I won!"

"Really?" Qi Ke looked her over carefully. She was considered very beautiful among ordinary people, with delicate features. Although she was wearing unfashionable work clothes and wasn't wearing makeup, she was still quite pretty.

"Really, it's just a small competition—the photos didn't even make it into the newspaper," she said excitedly, as if remembering something. "But I have posters in my dorm! I can take you to see them!"

A voice called out from behind the supermarket shelf, "Michelle, restock!" She smiled awkwardly, revealing a small canine tooth. "Sorry, I have to go get the cereal. Zeke, can you wait for me to get off work?"

Zik stroked his chin, remembering that his girlfriend was with Stacy tonight, and he would be alone in his room when he got home.

Thinking back to the absurd scenes I witnessed in the hotel today, and the unbridled lifestyle of KISS and the others—

These days, the rock scene is so wildly different. As someone who aspires to debut as a singer, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with him occasionally going with the flow.

Right?

"Why not? I don't have any other plans tonight." He nodded with a smile.

"Great!" The girl was overjoyed. She turned and ran a few steps, then turned back and waved, her ponytail swinging playfully behind her head. "I'll be done soon!"

Soon, Michelle and her colleagues completed the handover, and she and Zeke took a taxi straight to Kinsey College's dormitory.

When paying the fare, the driver, looking at the two of them being so intimate, quipped with amusement, "The life of a big star is truly wonderful; every day is like an amusement park."

Stepping into Michelle's dorm room, the air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume. The moment she entered, Michelle kissed him passionately. She pressed Zeke's hand against the wall and switched on the light.

The warm yellow light illuminated the room, the gleaming gold trophies on the bookshelf, and the girl on another bed who was sitting up in surprise.

"What the hell...?"

"Wow, you are... Shit! Michelle, you brought Zeke Rossi back!"

The girl was clearly startled awake, but showed no displeasure. Instead, she jumped out of bed without even dressing properly, her face full of excitement.

Michelle remained calm, planted another kiss on Zeke's lips, and gestured with her chin towards the girl: "This is my roommate Becky. You can have some fun with her for a while. I'm going to take a shower—"

Becky immediately took Michelle's place, her eyes burning with passion: "Zick, I love your music so much—"

"Uh, thank you—mmm—" Zike's words were cut off by the girl's passionate kiss.

He was torn between his own thoughts and his own mind. "God, how can college students be so open-minded? I just wanted to take a small step, how did things get so out of control?"

But thinking about what I saw and heard in the hotel today... although the two girls' actions were bold, they weren't too outrageous.

Moreover, this feeling of being wholeheartedly worshipped and passionately needed can indeed be addictive.

"Don't be shy~" Becky giggled and reached out to turn off the light again.

In the darkness, Zeke obediently let her pin him down on the bed, and the two became entangled together.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Michelle came out after showering, climbing into bed still wet.

She whispered seductively in Zeke's ear, her breath hot on his neck: "Do you want to see us get intimate, Zeke?"

"Is it okay?" Zik swallowed, his voice a little dry.

"You can watch this show anytime—" Michelle's voice slithered into his ears like a snake.

Michelle's cool fingers gently touched the back of his neck, her damp hair brushing against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

She chuckled softly in the darkness, her breath brushing against his ear, her voice as sweet as melting honey: "Are you trembling, Zeke? Don't be nervous—relax and just watch us."

Hmm hmm hmm

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The girl's murmur struck Zeke like a thunderbolt once more. Two warm bodies pressed against him, and another lighthearted melody exploded in his mind without warning.

I heard that there was "sacarnival"

The music is loud.

The lights are wonderful

No one makes it out...

Zik felt a wave of dizziness, unable to tell whether it was the surge of lust or the chill brought by the song.

The lyrics—the melody—are clearly depicting a trap, a sweet cage.

And at this moment, he is being invited to be an audience member of this performance, or even—the main character?

You can see the show anytime you like

When you feel alone that "s when they arrive

Knockingonyourdoor

Calling in the night

How could you ignore

Becky slightly loosened her lips and then lightly kissed along his jawline, her movements awkward yet bold.

Michelle looked up, her eyes shining brightly in the darkness. She looked at Zeke and licked her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue: "Do you like it, Zeke?"

They welcome you with grins

But once you "re in"

You will never be the same again

Let the games begin

Hmm hmm hmm

The song reached its peak in my mind, intertwining with the gasps and groans in reality, and then suddenly dissipated, like the receding tide.

Zeke felt a wave of dizziness, unable to tell whether this was a divine revelation from fate or an invitation from desire itself.

But he has already decided to embrace it:

Let the games begin~

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