Chapter 8 8 Helge goes to the hotel

Like every night, I go to the hotel.I go there every night except Tuesday and Wednesday.Like every night, I'll be there playing the piano.What is your occupation?pianist.Ah, that would be interesting!If so, which band do you play in?Oh, of course you can ask, it's at the Marriott.Hey, what band is this?It's a hotel, there's a bar, and I'm a bar pianist.Oh, oh, how interesting! No, you ass face, that doesn't make any sense at all.Having to play your own failure song every night is really not that exciting. I always play the song they want to hear first.When they're drunk, I play my own songs.If I played my own song while they were sober, they would yell, or some gentleman, flushed from drinking, would yell, "Stop." Songs by Rael Gott.When they're drunk, one of them always walks over to my piano.Beforehand, they would ask someone to bring drinks to the piano.Sweet cocktail.I don't like this wine.I would rather die than drink this wine.However, I always drink it down.I tried to keep my head clear, but I couldn't.I must get myself drunk.So, I drank the damn rum.There is always someone who brings the woman over.Most of them looked like the kind of drink they were brought to my piano, with no outlines.The woman was very drunk.What fair did she work at or something like that.she is old.As a woman she was past the age where after a few drinks she would lose control, but she was still drunk.She kept staring at me all night.She stared at my wonderful hands, imagining how they would feel as they caressed her silly body.Then she stood nervously by the piano.Then we went to the bar together and drank normally at first.Then she said she was tired and wanted to go back to her room.She said room 65.I smiled at her.Later, but not too late, I went to room 65, otherwise a drunk like her would have fallen asleep in no time.I knocked on the door and she opened it, flushed.Then we sat on the bed and she looked eager.What followed was me asking her to bring it up herself to pay me.Oh madam, I would love to stay with you, but it will cost me my reward.You know, I was hired to play, I was hired to play.I just babble on and on and on.The ladies had gone too far, and it was impossible to shrink back.All the women have paid me so far.I take money, but not because I need it, and I don't know what to do with it except to spend it on drinks.No, I get paid to be consistent in everything I do.If I don't get anything else done, I've got to stick with this damn thing at least.