Rock God

Chapter Five: Rock God

(Just a quick note, use this song for when DJ is playing it later on in this chapter. :D)

I didn't wind up saying a word the whole entire car trip home. Once I had made it back to my bedroom I flopped down on top of the bed and locked the door behind me. After what only seemed to me like shutting my eyes for what seemed to be a matter of a few seconds, once I opened them again, I let out a horrified shriek as I saw DJ appear to me once again and nearly fell off the bed.

"Oh my God how did you get in here!?" I hollered at him, but he simply just chuckled at me.

"The answer is in the question. Since I'm God I can be anywhere and everywhere that I want to be." He told me. "Now you really can't be serious that you want to quit the band forever." He said.

"What does it matter to you? Don't you have more important matters to deal with?" I questioned him back as he walked over to my bed and then sat down beside me.

"First of all, when it involves a son of mine it reaches the top of my priorities list." He began. "Second of all, rock isn't just music. It's what you feel in here." He finished while touching his hand gently to the part on top of his chest where his heart was.

"That's funny, I didn't know that God liked rock music." I replied.

"No, no, no!!! You're still missing the point Mickey!! Any other music is just music, but when you have a passion for rock you don't just listen to the music or perform it,.. you can feel it and it just takes a matter of practice before it starts coming out in your performances. If you give up now, you'll never know if you can get to that point and be the person that I created you to be in the first place." He told me as I simply just raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Can you play?" I questioned before he smiled brightly at me.

"Well, I might be over a billion years rusty but let's see what I can do." He told me. Afterwards he followed me to the garage and instantly made a brightly colored red and black electric guitar appear inside his right hand and he placed five black guitar picks over his fingers and then started going to town strumming his guitar playing the most rocking version cover of Johnny B. Goode that I ever heard. My jaw became ajar, and my eyes popped open wide while I simply just stared at him and watched him play.

The moment he opened his mouth to sing I knew that I had discovered a rock star. A legend. For he could hit the high notes, but he also had a low sounding raspy voice as he sung. Once he finished performing, he turned to me and grinned.

"Well, what do you think kid? Do I get the job?" He questioned me.

"This has to be another rhetorical question." I began. "Of course you get the job!!" I cried out as DJ chuckled once again.

"I suppose that you could call me a rock God then." He began. "Get it!? It's wordplay because I'm going to be really popular and famous and I'm also God!!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Even though I have more knowledge than anybody else in the universe I never fail to amaze myself." He told me as I simply just nodded.

"Truly amazing." I began. "So where are you going to be staying genius?" I questioned him.

"Well, I just thought that I could stay here with you for the time being." He told me.

"Wonderful idea DJ just brilliant." I began sarcastically. "What are Mom and my little sister going to say when I tell them that God is sleeping in our garage? They'll think I've gone mad and put me in an insane asylum or something."

"That's why you don't have to tell them I'm God. Just say that I'm a new friend that you met a few days ago since it's the truth and I never lie." He told me when suddenly as if on cue Mom came up the driveway and walked into the garage.

"Just act casual." I whispered into DJ's ear as he grinned at her and waved.

"Hello Mrs. Dawson, I'm Mick's new friend DJ." He began as she smiled back at him.

"Oh hello there DJ." She began. "Say, you didn't happen to be at the funeral today, did you?" She inquired as I slapped my forehead because since I knew that DJ couldn't tell a fib that we were sunk.

"Yes I was actually I'm sorry you missed me. I knew Michael's father really well and he spoke to me about him tons of times before so I figured that I could meet him and be there for him at the same time just like his father would have wanted." He explained while giving a slight nod and heaving a bit of a sad sigh.

"Umm Mom, I was wondering if DJ could stay here for a while. You see he's homeless and he doesn't have any place to stay." I told her which wasn't a complete fib.

"Why of course DJ, you can stay as long as you'd like. Make yourself at home." She replied happily while flashing him a rather warm and loving smile and DJ slightly nodded back at her and thanked her before she left the garage.

"You shouldn't have told her that Mick. You know darn well that one of my commandments was to be truthful." He told me.

"Oh come on DJ skip the lectures it wasn't a lie! God doesn't have a house does He?" I inquired as he slowly began to nod.

"Well yes, I guess that's true." He began. "But it wasn't exactly the full story either. However, I can't say I blame you for twisting the truth a bit on this one." He told me with a shrug. "I mean sin is sin, but you still had a good reason." He pointed out.

"Okay great, so do you eat and sleep?" I asked him.

"In my spirit form I don't, but now that I'm human well,.." he began as he looked down at his stomach and I heard it began to growl.

"Enough said." I began. "How about we go out for pizza and then we can start talking about what we're going to do for our band?" I suggested.

"Alright but you've only got your temporary license and I don't have any. I don't even know how to drive." He told me.

"I thought you said that you knew everything!!" I snapped.

"I do when it comes to knowledge, but I meant that I've never driven a car before, and I don't think that I would be very good at it." He told me while I grabbed him by the hand and started dragging him to the car.

"Well there's a first time for everything." I told him.

"Wait Mick I can't do this it's illegal!" He cried out.

"If we get stopped and pulled over all you have to do is make a driver's license appear with your powers." I told him before he came to a sudden stop and folded his arms.

"Wait just a gosh darned second here!" He exclaimed. "What do you think I am!? A magical genie!? I don't just give my children anything they want like Santa Claus!" He snapped.

"Come on Deej, if we stay here we could get interrupted and this means a lot to me." I told him.

"Deej?" He questioned me back with uncertainty and softly smiled at me. "Nobody's ever called me that before." He said and I could tell that he was rather touched and rolled his eyes and groaned at me. "Alright fine! But if we crash you, me, and your father are all going to be sharing some rather harsh words once we cross over to the other side." He told me as I chuckled at him.

"Alright, it's a deal." I told him as we exchanged grins and fist bumped each other.