The Sponsor

Fred

Fred got to their house just when the sun was leaving the sky. He sat outside the balcony of his room and put afire the bhang he had bought. It got him high but he kept wondering how much more high he could get. His mind kept going back to the white powder he had received.

'Draw a line, close one nose and sniff with the other and if you don't like it, come and smack me on the face.'

He got up from his chair. He had removed his trousers and shirt and he was shirtless in his boxers. He sniffed his armpits and cringed his nose, 'Maybe he should jump in the shower,' he thought. 'After trying the stash,' he decided.

He opened the loose bag and got a hold of a sealed transparent bag. He got an exercise book and tore two clean pages. He poured the powder on the first page and folded the other into three halves and used it to line up the powder. He took the first sniff and went back to the balcony thinking that, that had been a wast of his time.

Five minutes and the house started to swirl. It stretched vertically and horizontally. He felt as if he was standing on air, no he wasn't standing he was flying. Before he could blink he was sited at his keyboard playing melodious tunes that the world had never heard before.

And then he was doing interviews, in all the major TV and Radio stations. Outside fans were shouting his name. Old people, middle aged people, young girls in short dresses and curvy bodies. One threw her panties at him when he was getting out of an interview. "Fred, Fred I love you," she screamed and Fred shrugged. He was used to it now.

The next moment he was traveling. Visiting the pyramids of Egypt, the Statue of Liberty in New York. He was shaking hands with the president of the United States, The Dalai Lama in China and the Pope in Rome. He had arrived.

He woke up from his euphoria after something cold hit his face. It was poop from a bird chirping on the balcony from the excitement of a new day. He got up groggily and shooed it away. Almost toppling over the balcony. He went to the stash that was left, sniffed it all and went back to being a rock star.