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Shrek's Room: Tuesday 31, February 2017
//Chapter 2: Salutation, my children. Are you ready for your daily dose of smooth jazz?//
There they sat, Shrek, Barry, and Trump, sat inside Shrek's bedroom. Shrek was unsure if this was really happening.
"Nice place," Barry's face was barely visible in the dimly-lit swamp, "Not really my style, but I could get used to it."
Shrek's bushy eyebrows furrowed. He wondered what Barry meant. Was Barry staying longer? Silence filled the room until it was broken.
"So, ya like jazz?" Barry whipped out his mp3 player and plugged it in the the Barbie Stereo. Suddenly, "Fly me to the Moon" started playing. Barry started to sway his little bee hips. Side to side, as he looked into Shrek's confused eyes. Shrek watched as Barry gestured Donald to come and join him.
The smooth voice of Frank Sinatra filled Barry's soul as he and Trump spun around.
Shrek's body stayed still, everything that was happening was unbelievable. Nothing was comprehensible to him.
"Fill my heart with song Let me sing for ever more You are all I long for, all I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words In other words..."
Barry began to sing along as Shrek twiddled his thumbs. Just before he sang the last line, Barry's buggy eyes looked into Shrek's eyes.
"...I love you"
Without warning, Shrek's hand was taken by Trumps. His green body fell into the arms of Donald. Their eyes met just as the song stopped. The small pause between the two songs felt like an eternity.
Shrek had always thought that Barry was the type of guy he liked, but when Trump swept him off his feet, he couldn't resist to blush. Trump noticed this and grinned. Flushed, Shrek laid his head down on his shoulder to hide his face.
If he had done this with Barry, or anyone else, it would've felt awkward. Yet, when it came to trump it felt natural. Trump clearly enjoyed this. Barry would often reject this type of dancing in the past. Trump's shoulder has been looking for the perfect person to fill the empty slot.
It had felt like Barry's Jazz playlist magically knew what song to play, for it played "In The Mood." Shrek looked up and saw Berry, of course, controlling the music. He put his down quickly after because he never wanted this moment to stop.
Shrek put his arms around Trump's. He caressed them and felt the crusty flakes peel off as he stroked. Even though this is repulsing to most people in the fairy-tale-creature land, Shrek didn't mind because he is an ogre.
A few songs played while they swayed. Barry laid comfortably on Shrek's bed. He stared at the ceiling examining the poster of him on his wall. He held his nose, wondering if his nose was always that small.
Trump held Shrek close and whispered into his ear, "Do you want to build a wall?"
DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING
Eyes wide open, Shrek abruptly awoke.
"Nine dings; I OVER SLEPT!"
He rubbed his eyes as he tried to remember where he was. He looked and saw that he was in his pajamas. Which was unusual because he is not sure if he changed or not.
A sudden realization hit him. What had happened to Barry and Trump? He raced out of his room and searched the whole swamp. He thought that he couldn't have been dreaming. The whole night was far too real for it only to be a dream. Finally, he checked the out house. The only thing that he found was a foul smell.
The jazz, the night, the spark between him and Trump. Was this all fake, a hallucination? Although it felt unreal at the moment, he was sure that it was definitely real.
He hesitated to tweet them and ask if they really did come over. Shrek was worried if they would reject him, block him, or just think of him as another crazy fan.
In the end, he convinced himself that it was all a dream. After all, it isn't everyday that two famous YouTubers show up at your door.
He spent the rest of the week sulking. Video after video, Shrek tried to recreate the moment by re-watching their vlogs whilst playing smooth jazz in the background. It just wasn't the same. No matter how hard he tried, nothing could make him feel as good as that night.
"NO!" He threw his laptop on the ground.
Finally he had snapped.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
"IT WASN'T REAL," He started to rip the posters of Barry and Trump off his wall, "WHY AM I DOING THIS?"
He had kept anger, confusion, and frustration in for so long that it had enough time to create a nasty potion for disaster. His rampage started to effect the other parts of the swamp. He slammed his fist into his dinning table, swore as he cut his hand on the broken glass of his t.v, and punched the wooden walls of his home until there was a hole the size of a window.
"They don't care about me," he started to loose energy and calm down, "They don't even know I exist."
Before long, Shrek was back in his bedroom, crying sitting on his bed. He had lost the one thing that made him feel happy. He wasn't that mad that they didn't really come, it was that he finally found happiness. Even though it was only for one night, and he did not even know why everything was happening, happiness still found its way to attack his heart and escape.
He slumped down and fell onto his pillow. There was a click, but he just assumed that it was just his old ogre bed.
He closed his eyes and the last tear roll down his cheek. He took a deep breath and started humming the tune to "Dream a Little Dream of Me," one of the songs he listened to, or he thought he listened to, that night.
Click.
Suddenly, something started playing that exact song.
"Stars shining bright above you"
He quickly lifted up his pillow.
It was an mp3 player.
"Birds singing in the sycamore trees"
Barry's.
"Dream...
...a little dream...
....of me."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Listen to this while re-reading, if you want the full experience
