Ezra in Beach City (Book 2)

Story For Steven

At the It's A Wash, Steven and Ezra were jamming with Greg in his van parked outside the car wash as it rained outside.

"Woo! Go Dad!" Steven cheered.

"See? What'd I tell you?" Greg asked. "I may be losing my hair but the magic's still there."

Greg drank from a can of soda as a photo, that was stuck to the bottom of the can, that made it fell off.

"Hmm?" Greg muttered.

"Who's with you in this old picture?" Steven asked as he caught the photo.

"Haha. That's my pal Marty." Greg replied.

"You've never told me about him." Steven said.

"Who was he?" Ezra asked.

"Yeah he's just an old amigo from way back when..." Greg smiled. "He's dead to me."

"Oh." Ezra said, with a stunned face. "Nice to know."

"But who was he really?" Steven asked.

"He was my manager back when I first met your mom." Greg explained. "I've told that whole story haven't I?"

"Not the version with Marty..." Steven replied.

"Yeesh, well then it's story time. Sit back, get comfy!" Greg said, as Steven laid down on a mattress. "I didn't mean that comfy..."

"Story for Steven!" Steven cheered, excitedly.

"I'm down." Ezra agreed as he sat by Steven in crisscross form.

"Okay, okay... This is the tale of how your father met your mother... Now including Marty." Greg said to Steven.

Greg starts playing his guitar, as he retells the tale to Steven and Ezra, setting a flashback.

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The tale began with a younger Greg, who held a solo concert on the beach of Beach City.

🎵 Some... say I have no direction, that I'm a light-speed distraction, but that's a knee-jerk reaction
Still... this is the final frontier, everything is so clear, to my destiny I steer.
This life in the stars is all I've ever known, stars and stardust in infinite space is my only home.
But the moment that I hit the stage, thousands of voices are calling my name. And I know in my heart it's been worth it all of the while. And as my albums fly off of the shelves, handing out autographed pics of myself.
This life I chose isn't easy but sure is one heck of a ride.
At the moment that I hit the stage, I hear the universe calling my name. And I know deep down in my heart I have nothing to fear. And as the solar wind blows through my hair, knowing I have so much more left to share. A wandering spirit who's tearing its way through the cold atmosphere.
I'll fly like a comet. Soar like a comet. Crash like a comet. I'm just a comet. 🎵

As Greg finished his song, he found only a single Rose that attended his concert, who clapped for him.

"Thanks for coming everybody, I'm Mr. Universe." Greg announced. "If you like what you just heard go check out our merch table! My manager Marty can hook you up with CDs, and t-shirts - Oh, wait, he's not there... I guess I'm going over there now..."

Greg walked and sat at his merchandise table. Rose approached and picked up a CD.

"Space Train to the Cosmos..." Rose read as she looked at the disc cover.

"Yeah!" Greg replied, before he sang. "One way ticket and I'm ready to ri~ide!"

"How will you get back?" Rose chuckled.