“Great news,” Dan said, “I scored two mezzanine tickets to tonight’s jazz concert. This guy will absolutely dazzle you. He really makes that saxophone sizzle.”
“Oh wow,” Mack said. “I’ve heard all of the buzz about this guy. He’s still got a lot of pizazz for a guy who’s been around as long as he has. Count me in, buddy.”
“Terrific,” Dan said. “The show starts in an hour and a half, but I’m so hungry that I’m starting to feel a little dizzy. How about we grab something to eat before we head to the venue?”
“Great idea,” Mack said. “I know of a fantastic pizza place downtown. They have these delicious artisan pies and they don’t spare the mozzarella.”
After the two men finished eating, it had started to drizzle, so they walked briskly to the theater where the show was being held. But they were surprised when they got there to see a sign indicating that the performance had been cancelled. They gave each other a puzzled look and noticed a guy sitting at the ticket counter. “Why did tonight’s show get cancelled?” Dan asked him.
The guy shrugged. “I don’t know, dude,” he said. “All of a sudden the fuzz showed up and the next thing you know they’ve got this grizzly looking guy in handcuffs and they’re hauling him out of the building. He was really in a tizzy, yelling and screaming no matter how hard the cops tried to muzzle him.”
“That sounds awful, but what does that have to do with the show being cancelled?” Mack asked.
“Turns out,” the guy answered, “the old coot is the theater’s accountant and he was apparently embezzling a lot of money, so the venue has to shut down. And, unfortunately, because of that, I can’t give you your money back. Sorry, dudes.”
“Well, this night certainly fizzled out,” Dan said.
“No worries,” Mack said. “Anyway, I’m kinda frazzled and tired tonight. I think I’ll just head home and catch some Z’s. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where the prompt is “zz” and we are asked to “find a word with double-z in it and use it in your post.