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Just read the damn story. Contains INCEST.
PLEASE READ THIS STORY AND LISTEN TO YOUR HEART PART 2 THE PURGE WHILE YOU STILL CAN. I AM THINKING OF DELETING BOTH STORIES. THE STORIES AREN'T AS GOOD AS I HOPED THEY WOULD...
"Damn it, David. I used to ask you for advice. I thought you were the levelheaded one?"
(Shrugs)"I saved her life, and things.... just happened...between us."
"Please tell me that one of you practiced safe sex?"
"Ummm....no?"
"Are you crazy? You expect an 18-year-old to handle a dick the size of yours? We're not talking about any 18-year-old. We're talking about a world famous 18-year-old. What if you get her pregnant? Can you imagine the bad media you might both receive?"
"Gee, thanks Valerie. You're making me feel ten times better here!"
"Somebody needs to talk some sense into you! So, what are you going to do now?"
"Be here for you and Wolfgang. Attend Eddie's funeral. Guess that's it."
"What about the girl?"
"I don't know. Her being famous and all..."
"Do you love her?"
"Doesn't matter."
"It does matter, David. That's why I stayed with Eddie for as long as I did. That's why we remained friends after our divorce, and I was at his bedside when he passed away. So, do you love her?"
"It doesn't fuckin' matter, Valerie."
"And why doesn't it?"
"Because I love her, but she doesn't love me, okay? Damn!"
"Wait, she's never told you that she loves you?"
"No, she hasn't."
"And the two of you have had sex how many times?"
"Aww, don't you start. A couple of times, okay?"
"And she hasn't expressed her feelings for you yet? Why the hell not?"
(I felt like banging my head on the table. It seemed like everyone wanted to psychoanalyze my life.)
"I don't fuckin' know, okay? Maybe she's afraid or something?"
"You been practicing on your guitar?"
"Yeah, I was...but now..." (Shrugs)
"Play me a tune."
"Valerie...."
"Play me a tune, David. You need to focus on something besides her."
(I begin playing, my fingers fumbling over the notes.)
"Fuck!" (I toss my guitar across the floor.)
"Eddie would kick your ass, if he saw you do that to any guitar!"
"I can't play, Valerie. Okay? I can't fuckin' play."
"Not when you're angry or upset you can't. Come with me, I got a present for you from Eddie."
(I follow her down a flight of steps, into a large room full of amps and guitars and various equipment. She grabs a guitar case out of a locker, and hands it to me.)
"For you, from Eddie."
"For me?" (I sit the guitar case on the floor and open it slowly. Inside was a baby-blue guitar with white and black stripes. I lift it out of its case. I couldn't believe how light weight it was.)
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"Umm...why me?"
"Eddie remembered that you liked his Frankenstein guitar. He thought blue was a better color for you than red."
"But...what am I supposed to do with it?"
(Wolfgang walks into the room.)
"Play it at the benefit concert Van Halen is having in memory of my father."
"Wait. Me play? With Van Halen?"
"That's right."
"On a stage?"
"Yes."
"In front of...live people?"
"Yes. Plus, whoever live streams the concert from around the world."
"How many live people? Give or take a few?"
"Probably over 50 thousand."
(I look at Valerie and her son.)
"Umm... no. Fuck no. No way in hell am I ready to go on a stage. I mean, this is a joke...right?"
