Banners were strewn about the park screaming “International Teen Fair”,“KFWB 98 AM”,“93 KHJ”,“KRLA”, etc. Several bandstands were set up with exhibition booths cradling them: teen star Donna Loren signing autographs, a karate demonstration ready to sign up new students, slot car races with fake roadways, etc. And discotheque lights, even in the daytime, flashing and flickering around. Crash Walker snuck in sheepishly, then cockily slumped into the type that was entitled to his surroundings.
On one stage was “Sam The Sham and The Pharoahs” playing “Little Red Riding Hood”, pachucos dressed up in gold lame suits with Sheik headgear. Kids zoomed by him on skateboards with t-shirts flashing the name of the skateboard company in florescent letters. A dance floor was nearby and miniskirted girls with plastic boots and plastic hats were dancing with guys in striped shirts and board shorts.
“Aha, I see you got my note!”
“Was that you? How did you find me?”
“This guy I know, Motorcycle Pat, told me you were there, so I asked him to float a note your way. Did I scare you?” he laughed.
“No, actually I’m pretty relieved to be here. I had a hell of a night on the Strip”.
“You look it, boss! Hey, check it out, there’s the Dr. Goldfoot Bikini Machine Dancers!” Bell pointed at seven girls in gold bikinis and gold go-go boots lazily dancing on stage to the title theme from the movie by The Supremes.
“Those can’t be the girls from the movie, either”.
“No, they look like their mothers”, Walker grumbled. Both men seemed disappointed.
“I’ve got a proposal for you. You’re a pretty big TV star and I’m always looking for thrills”.
“Hold it, let’s get away from this loud racket”, Walker led Bell away from the stage, and they moved over to a corner in the park that was a small hot rod and custom car showroom, showcasing the Beatnik Bandit, Twin Mill, and Mysterion.
Walker was still tired and wanted to lean on one of these fiberglass beauties but they were roped off from bums like him. “409” by The Beach Boys was quietly piped in through the PA.
“Attention, huh? You think I need attention? After that freakin’ party we were at? Attention I don’t need. I already have way too much of that. But thanks, anyway”.
“Come on, Walker, I need the press, don’t you have any big projects on the burner?”
“Shit, kid, I wish I could help you…all I have is some goofy vampire film I’m supposed to shoot in Italy, but the girl that asked me’s a nut and she’s probably back in Venice anyway”.
“That’s great, man, let’s do some vampire publicity stunt. I’ll get all the fake blood you need! I can get some fake teeth, the works! Leave it to me! I’ll call you!!!”
“Hey, wait a minute, do you remember that party we were at, that one Flagg yelled at us, and –“
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