You May Just Be The One

Chapter 18.............Say Goodbye

I played Instagator, Party up, Burned and Fly. I thanked everyone and went to socialize. It was part of the reason I was there. I needed to make sure people knew who I was.

"Ms. Tork, you have an amazing voice. I would love to work with you." An older man said as he shook my hand. I had no real idea how to deal with people just reaching out and shaking my hand. It was something I wasn't use too.

"Emery! You were amazing! You rocked that stage. Like I swear that stage is sad you got off." Josh joked with me, kissing my cheek.

"You're an ass." I laughed as I returned his kiss.
"Emery this is Nikki Six, he wanted to meet you." Pierre smiled at and I almost fell.
"Holy hell! Your Nikki Six! Omg!" I was at a lost for anything else to say.
"Hey, you give a good show. A little something for everyone." He smiled at me.
"Ahhh! Thank you." I said softly.
"Let me guess...big Motley Crue fan?" He asked. I nodded and Josh laughed.
"She never gets tongue tied." He pointed out as Pierre laughed.
"I am just in awe of meeting you. I've loved the song you did with Simple Plan, If I die Tomorrow. It's amazing as fuck." I blurted out.
"I'm glad you like our music. I hope we can work together sometime." Nikki Six said as he went to see someone else.
"Oh my god I just met Nikki fucking Six. I...I'm at a loss." I said while laughing.
"Ms. Tork there's a call for you. You should take it." A man said as he walked up to me. I gave him an odd look then followed him. I found out it was my dad.
"Hey dad what's up?" I asked as I looked around the back room I was in.
"It's about your grandfather. You need to come home. He's gone." His voice was so full of pain sorrow. The words hadn't hit me. I just hung up the phone and went to find Josh. We had to go. I had to get to California.

I told Pierre there was a family issue and I had to go. There was no way I would miss the funeral for my grandfather. I was not about to let my father say the last words to be spoken about the one man who always supported me. I had to do it.

After packing and getting last minuet tickets on a flight, we were on our way. I hated the fact I had to go home. I hated it more because I just lost someone who meant the world to me. I was lucky I had Josh with me. He would help me stay calm. He'd keep me grounded where my grandfather couldn't anymore.

"Emery! You made it!" My mother engulfed me in a hug crying as she did so.
"How'd he go?" I asked, trying not to cry.
"In his sleep. He had been hiding his illness from you. He had cancer sweetie. It was aggressive and this was the second time it came back. There was nothing the doctors could do. I'm sorry sweetie." She hugged her tighter, I pushed away and went to find my sister. She needed me.

I found her outside, crying over the man we both loved very much.

"Think of it this way, he's no longer in pain. He can watch over us from above. He will always be a part of us no matter where he is. We will forever love Peter Tork. No matter where he is. He will always be a driving force in our lives and be the spirit that keeps us smiling and laughing." I said at the funeral, dress in a simple gray dress with black heels. I felt the tears falling as I spoke. There was nothing else I could say. I had been asked to sing a song for him, so I picked a favorite of mine.

A lone carnival voice
Sings tunes of nobody's choice,
And on a vacant lot,
Some one just forgot,
Standing all alone,
Turning on its own.
Weary, merry go round,
Grows slowly into the ground,
And faded circus acts,
Sorrow broke their backs,
And their sadness cries
From their staring eyes.
Still small children come
And bring your harm of play,
Spirits all alive
To drive the ghosts away.
Useless merry go round,
Tomorrow they'll tear you down,
To build the parking lot
If it lives or not,
It was just a toy,
All it brought was joy.

I felt the tears falls as I sang the last few notes. It was too painful for me to deal with his loss.