Zeros scanned the crowd, then leaned slightly toward Blindy and said quietly:
“So… who is… uh… Jody Meadow?”
Blindy froze for half a second—then covered his face with both hands and dragged them down slowly.
“Oh no… no—no—no…”
He took a deep, angry breath.
“If you tell anyone, I swear to God—that’s it.
I’m—I’m actually gonna shoot myself.
I’m not even joking. Got it?”
Zeros nodded seriously.
“Your secret will die with you.”
Blindy blinked.
“Wait… hold on—what? With you or with me?”
He squinted at him.
“…You know what—forget it.
Don’t explain.
I don’t trust you with words.”
He dropped his hands.
“My real name is Jody Meadow.
Meadow—that’s my mom’s last name.
And yeah… she named me Jody.”
He raised a finger, quick, defensive:
“And before you say anything—Jody is a unisex name.
Not a girl name.
U-N-I-S-E-X.
Got it?”
Zeros nodded and turned back to scanning the crowd, like he hadn’t just heard anything unusual.
Blindy stood there beside him—
proud, angry, resigned, and completely destroyed at the same time—
and whispered, so quietly it barely existed,
like he wasn’t speaking to himself, but to the world:
“My mom always said… Jody is a name for someone
who’s supposed to grow into something better
than the place he was born.”
[Suddenly, Jackie's voice slips into the broadcast—soft, trembling, like she tried to hold it in but couldn't]“Dick… I… I think I’m gonna cry…
That’s so sweet…I just imagined a little boy growing up among strangers… in a brothel… named Jody…
Ah… the world can be so unfair…
Blindy sounds rough…But Jody… he sounds so gentle…
I just… I want to hug him…”
[Dick cuts back in sharply—rough, slightly embarrassed, like he's trying to bury his own reaction under his usual tone]“Jackie, baby… let’s not get distracted.
We don’t have much time.
Let’s keep going.”
Suddenly, the lights went out.
Not abruptly—
more like the room inhaled
and forgot to exhale.
The noise died so fast
even the bubbles in the glasses seemed to freeze.
A thin line of light cut through the darkness—
like the blade of some goddess of grace.
And into that beam—
he stepped.
Fabio.
Not a man—
something closer to a gravity-controlled symphony of muscle and motion.
Tall—like he’d been carved out of Martian marble,
or at least whatever passes for it in places with better budgets than ours.
Long dark hair cascading down his shoulders,
oiled up like a premium engine before a very expensive breakdown.
A mustache—sharp, elegant—
like he planned it… and it worked.
His chest—full, proud, perfectly shaped—
lit by that soft golden spotlight
like the universe itself decided to sponsor the guy.
White training pants. Nothing else.
Bare feet touching the stage with the kind of certainty
most people fake their entire lives.
At some point, even the floor stopped resisting
and just… went along with it.
And the music…
[Dick glanced at Jackie, then nudged the microphone her way as he handed over the papers]“Alright, sweetie… before I embarrass myself on air—this one’s yours.”
[He winked. Jackie didn't hesitate—she picked it up and continued]“…Oh, the music…”
…at first—a single note.
Alone.
Like a star before it goes supernova.
Then soft, deep electric violin strings joined in.
The sound vibrated—
not in the ears, but in the chest.
Then light synth chimes—
like shards of ice falling onto the surface of a Titan prism.
The rhythm began to build:
a velvet electronic pulse,
clean, steady,
moving like the heartbeat of a star about to explode.
And with it—
Fabio moved.
He didn’t just dance—
he broke physics
as effortlessly as Zeros breaks spines.
A hand rises—
and it feels like a thread of light is pulled behind it.
A turn—
and his hair lifts, forming a crown of piano-dark around him.
A leap—
and time itself seems to pause,
just to watch.
He drops into a split—
so smooth it’s like his body
already made peace with gravity.
He arches—
and the muscles beneath his skin move
like perfect biomechanical art.
His toes—precise as lasers—
barely touch the floor,
leaving the feeling of something sacred.
This was no longer dance.
This was space-consuming ballet radiation.
[Dick nodded once, exhaling through his nose as he leaned back into the mic]“Yeah… that’s why I keep you around, baby.
You make me sound better than I deserve.”
[He adjusted the mic]“Alright. Back to business.”