She Was There! - The Cilly Black Chronicles. Chapter 2 - The Fall of the Berlin Wall
“You're better off without me,
You're better without me,
You're better without me,
Bye Bye,
Mein herr,
Mein herr.”
On the final note Cilly kicked her shoe off her foot and at ugly bastard sat at the table just off the stage to her right. Laying across her chair, bowler hat in one hand, she turned herself to face the idiot. Still upside down, she stopped as her face met his. She put her free hand behind her hat, and while maintaining eye contact with him, let the hat drop to reveal her middle finger.
“I told you not to be fucking rude!” Cilly spat the words at him and then cackled. “Hans! Drink!”
As Cilly righted herself, picked up her hat, and passed her chair to the stage kitten. A young bar boy ran up on stage with a drink. Cilly downed the drink and gave the glass back to him immediately.
“Thank you Hans,” the boy disappeared off the stage as quickly as he appeared. Tall, blonde, muscular, blue eyed.
I mean, not all the ideas were bad.
“I call them all Hans, do you know why?” Cilly paused, “Because I can’t keep my Hans off them.”
The audience groaned. Cilly beamed and laughed.
“I bet you’re all wondering how a girl like me ends up here in East Berlin. Well let me just say, if any of you find yourself at Cambridge in England, just be careful who you make friends with. Five of us was quite enough!”
Cilly walked to the wings of the stage and one of the kittens handed her a black satin gown which she threw over her shoulder delicately, letting the sleeves fall down her arms, twirling her hands as they appeared.
“Now if Hans can bring me another drink, I can do you another turn. Hans!”
The same boy hurried to the stage with her drink. This time Cilly beckoned him seductively with a finger and he shyly shuffled toward her. As she took the drink with one hand, she used the other to tickle him under his chin. She blows him a kiss, signaling him to leave. As she took a sip of her drink, Cilly pointed to the band and the opening of Don’t Tell Mama sprang up from their instruments.
“Mama!”
Cilly could hear something coming from the bar.
“Thinks I’m working in a convent.”
They had put the radio on the bar and many were crowding round it to listen.
“A secluded little convent, in the southern, part of… Hans, Hans and Hans... what the fuck!?”
“Quiet Cilly!” one of the Barmen shouted. The band had come to a stop by this point.
I’ll give you ‘Quiet Cilly!’ I’ll shove my heel so far down your throat, you’ll only be able to muster a quiet rasp the rest of your life!
As Cilly took a deep breath in, ready to read the barmen to filth, she recognised the voice coming over the radio.
Schabowski!
The whole club had come to a stand still, everyone huddled around the bar, listening to the radio. Cilly walked around the bar and poured herself another gin. The sound of her heels and pouring were the only sounds that could be heard, other than the radio.
“Did he just/?” Cilly gasped.
“Yes!” one of the Hans replied. “We can cross!”
The whole club was silent. They all just stood there staring at each other. Cilly shook herself back to earth.
“Boys!” Cilly shouted at a group of men toward the back of the throng, “with me, I have a plan!”
Cilly ran out the door and up the stairs to the streets. She was followed by the group of men; an admiral, a sailor, a construction worker, a leather man, a policeman and a native american.
They ran through the streets toward the wall. Many people were spilling out of buildings into the streets and moving in the same direction. As they reached the guard posts they could see that a bottleneck of people were building up. Panicked guards trying to control the situation stabbed at their phones, dialling their superiors. Eventually they had to concede and give way to the crowds.
“This way Boys,” Cilly led the group off to one side away from the large group and to the foot of the wall, “Come on, up we go!”
The men helped Cilly to the top of the wall and they all stood looking over both halves of Berlin.
It’s time!
“Boys you know what to do. Follow my lead.” Cilly turned back to the crowds on the east side of the wall.
“People of East Berlin! This is a monumental day!” the crowds cheered and screamed in response to Cilly. The guards gaped up, impotent and powerless to stop her. “We have just one message to you all!”
“Together!”
The crowds screamed and cheered as they began.
“We will go our way!”
Cilly flung her arms open, throwing her head back, looking up at the sky.
“Together!”
She span around as the Village People danced behind her.
“We will leave some day.”
As she span she could see the crowds spilling into West Germany as more appeared from the East waiting to get through.
Oh you’ll get a show while you wait!
“Together your hand in my hand, together we will make the plans.”
Cilly and the Village People took each other's' hands as they continued to sing and entertain the swelling masses.
“Together we will fly so high, together tell our friends goodbye.
Together we will start life new, together this is what we´ll do.”
Cilly could not believe it, she felt so exhilarated. She hadn’t felt like this in years, not even the first time Hans had slipped into her dressing room, bringing a bottle so he wouldn’t have to leave.
“GO WEST!”
As they hit these words an almighty crash came from their right. They all started and turned to investigate. The wall was coming down. The people were pulling it apart, smashing it to bits!
The world changes right here, right now.
Cilly turned to the Village people and said, “Have you boys ever thought about traveling across Australia on a bus?”
“No,” the Admiral replied, “but if you’re game, we are!”
The others all cheered in agreement.
“Then just call me Priscilly!” she grinned.
*Disclaimer: These versions of events belong to Cilly, any historical inaccuracies are a result of gin induced delusion.
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