The Ukulele Tree (On Hold))

Chapter 4 Rooot beer should be banned when your on tour

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Chapter 4

Adam

      I was coming from the  bank, in a bad mood when she ran into me. She had bumped into me, it didn't hurt or anything, but I stopped in my tracks once I turned around to face her. It was the lookshe was giving me. I saw no acknowledgment in her eyes. No recognization, no disgust, no love, no nothing. Zero, zip, nada. From all the different kinds of stares, assessments, or looks I've been getting for these past few years, I liked her's the best. She looked at me like I was just another random guy walking out of a bank. Why she was going to the bank, who knows. But it was as if she, she was the only person in the world who didn't know of my wide spread fame or wil know of the mistake just made. She probably won't give a second thought about once she finds out.

      The girl mumbled a sorry, then we both went on our ways. I got sucked into the busy market and I tried to keep my head down. I truly hoped someone wouldn't recognize me and then who knows what will happen....

   As I walked through the active square, I could already hear the consending tone of my mother's voice in my head,

    I am so ashamed of you, young man! WHAT IN THE NAME OF YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S -bless her soul-GRAVE IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! We let you go on some big fancy tour- all by yourself- and we have to hear you RAN AWAY by your manager? I swear we should hired those extra bodyguards! You couldn't even send us a LETTER! Noooo, we have to sit at home all worried and what-not about our son all out in the world, alone. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? You are so irrational sometimes, I swear-

     Wait.

     This is MY mind. My mother doesn't belong there...

     I'm sure you get the picture of how mad my mom can be, and I'm good as tired of listening to her rant on and on. Blah, blah, blah....

      I shook my head and walked on. I peered through the mass of people, observing everything. Geez, I've missed this. I've missed to be able to walk through a occupied market square and enjoy the sheer buzz of all the acitivies going on. Not till now, I never really missed the simplicity of everyday things I had traded in for fame three years ago. I gone from playing my guitar on the streets for a little extra money to help my family make it through the month, to playing in frontof crowds for being able to live my family's now rich lifestyle. A large cottage is now my home. Filled with maids and feasts every night we can now afford.

     My family has changed with the downpour of sudden riches, myself included. We have been tough, working to scrape through the days and living with what we've had-not wanting anymore.

Now my mom cares what kind of material her dress is made out of.

My dad wants more and more acres of land.

I think my sister has turned into a bully and a brat.

All because of me and my stupid dream, of wanting to be the best, most famous guitarist and singer. One that future generations will still talk about.

  Oh, well. Look at all the luck it brought me. Nothing but exhaustion. Not the oh-my-that-was-so-cool-but-now-i-have-to-pass-out tiredness I felt at first. it was the why-do-i-keep-doing-this tiredness.

  Oh, sure, the screams of my fans were great at first, a roar of appreciation, but now it just gives me a headache.

So I guess this actually is a good thing... I thought, thinking a little more highly of my situation. I get a break if my fame and get to enjoy regular life a bit more.

Except that you lost your guitar and you have no money. A little voice whispered in the back of my mind.

 Gosh, it had to remind me.

  See, I'm in the little situation right now with no money or guitar because of last night. I was at tavern, finishing off a excellent mug of home brewed root beer after a concert I had given earlier when this fellow, maybe a bit older then me, came up to me and set another root beer in front of me, with one in his own hand. Of course, I tried tp deny his kind offer, but he was a tough costumer. He said things like, "Oh your deserve this, your performance was a wonder tonight. I'm just glad I get to sit with you, young man." The guy introduced himself as Wiley L. Loggorman and turned out to be a pretty nice cohort.

    I don't know how, or when, but surely after one to many root beers, we were outside having a good ol' spitten' contest. I believe we both were a tad tipsy one the delicious carbonated soda (A/N Soda is so much more fun to say then pop). Man though, it was fun.

 "Ummm, heh heh, this time I bet...I b-et my mo-der's hooorrrse, And trr-ust me, dats one fiiiine horse." Wiley slurred out.

 "We-ell then! If that's ONE fiiiine horse," I copied Wiley's slur, "I'll just have to beeeetttttttttttttttt myyyy........aahhh....fancy gui-tar!"

  "Ah Lordy naw, Adam. Dat's one special guitar." Wiley answered.

  "Tr-ust me, Wiley L. Loggorman, I would gladly bet you my guitar, cuz you a pretty nice man. Now, you spit first."

  "Aww, your gonna make me cry brother." Wiley stammered out, looking all tearful, before he chucked that spit so far, that I swear he could clean my house from here.

  "No way! You've got me good and beat Wiley man!" I tried my best and lost by 3 feet. "Let's go get your guitar!" I exclaimed.

  The rest was a big, sugary blur. I can remember writing something one my guitar, then signing it before I handed to Wiley. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in one of the tavern's bedrooms, guitarless.

   A barking dog, rushing past me and almost making me trip, broke me from my day dreaming. Even though losing my guitar turned out to be a semi-good thing, I was still stuck in a bad predicament with money. That was because, frankly, I had none. All of it was in my village's bank, in the neighboring country, Yoxinmog. My homeland. And I didn't get paid from the tour till it was done, once everything was balanced out and such,

     Looks like I'll have to rough it out. Cool, I thought as I walked past the city gates and guards on the road towards Yoxinmog. My plan was to get some work as an extra farm hand, At the tavern, thats what people were talking about, farmer's needing more help these days. Absorbed in my own thoughts, I never saw the guards exchange odd glances.

   "Hey! Hey, you there!" I heard a commotion behind me and one of the guards approach me at a fast gait. This can't be good.

 "Are you, could you be, well...are you Adam? As in the Adam?" The guard asked me.

 "Yes...." I said slowly, what did this guy want with me?

  "I've been asked to see if you be so gracious to serve the Majesty The King and his good Queen with a show of your talents. If so, I shall accompany you to the castle right away."

  "I don't have a guitar with me at the moment..."

  "Oh the King will provide one.'

  "And for pay...?" I crossed my fingers behind my back.

  "Of course, of course, that too!"

   Oh what the heck.

  "Sure." I answered.