A Tragic Creation

Chapter 7: Singing in the Night

The night sky sparkled with stars as Ringo looked up at them. 

"I don't know what you find so interesting in them. They're just dots."

He did not turn his head to look at Randel, who was sitting just feet away from him.

Ringo sighed, lowering his head.

'Well, I can at least try to convince him that singing isn't bad, at least...' he thought.

He had been stuck in the mountains for a day. His friends had not been able to get past the blue meanie forces, and he knew that it was going to be a while before they did.

"Randel?" He asked, looking over at him.

Randel sighed in annoyance.

"What?"

"Were you serious about... a-about what you said about music?"

"Yes, why?"

"Um..."

Randel smirked and crossed his arms.

"Ah, what do I have to worry about? You don't even have any instruments."

Ringo, taking a moment to make sure that all the blue meanies in the vicinity were sleeping, sighed.

"Well, I suppose that singing is bad too then?"

"You're right, for once."

Ringo looked down, collecting enough courage. Once he gathered enough, he took in a breath.

"What would you think if I sang out out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me?" He sang.

Randel felt a small headache coming on, but it wasn't enough to faze him. 

This was the first time where he could actually hear what was causing him pain.

"Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'l try not to sing out of key."

Randel's eyes widened a little. He was confused.

The song actually sounded good to him, and yet he was getting a headache from it.

He allowed Ringo to continue, hiding his expression.

"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends."

As Ringo continued the song, Randel began to smile a bit.

"No... no... this can't be right..." He said quietly so that Ringo could not hear.

"Yes, I'm certain that it happen-"

"Ringo..."

Ringo stopped singing immediately and looked at Randel, who was scooting over to him.

"I... it gave me a headache... but..." Randel sighed as he got next to Ringo.

"That actually sounded... n-n... nice."

He struggled to get the word out, as if something within him was refusing to say it.

"H-how bad is y-your headache?"

"Oh, it's not that bad. It'll go away eventually, but..."

Randel stared at Ringo for a moment, not wanting to give in to his ruse.

"That does not mean I'm lettin' ya go. Nice trick."

Ringo looked down.

Randel looked away from him for a moment.

'Well... that gave me something to think about," he said as he stood up.

Glancing down at Ringo for a moment, he walked to the spot where he had been before and sat down, yawning.

"And don't even think about running off. You know that there are still many blue meanies awake!"

Ringo flinched. He knew that Randel was telling the truth.

Yawning, he laid down on his side, back facing Randel.

"I figured that it wouldn't have worked anyway," He said to himself before closing his eyes.

Randel didn't hear him. He was to busy thinking.

'How can something that sounds so good cause me pain? No, no it can't be good. He just wants me to set him free,' He thought.

A few moments later, he heard Ringo starting to snore.

"Well, he fell asleep fast," he said quietly.

Laying down on his back, Randel looked up at the night sky.

"Oh, they're twinkling. I didn't notice that."

By this time, the small headache had gone away completely.

As a few minutes of silence passed, Randel groaned.

"He falls asleep in minutes, yet here am I, waiting for it to come."

Not having much else to think about, his mind wandered back to the song that Ringo had sung.

"Hmm... since he was the only singer, and the fact that there was no instruments, I guess that that's the reason why I only got a small headache... but..."

Getting up to a sitting position, Randel sighed.

" I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to try. At least no one will have to know..."

Clearing his throat, Randel opened his mouth.

"What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and w-walk out on me?"

The instant he starting singing, the headache returned. However, he pushed on.

"Lend m-me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll t-try n-not... not..."

When he starting singing the verse, he felt something warm in him. Something that he had never felt before. 

It caused him to get a sharp pain in his head, one that actually made him dizzy.

It was strange.

He thought that he felt happiness before, but this...

"W-what... w-why is this h-happening?"

Randel laid back down, breathing heavily.

"I-it didn't s-sound bad, a-and t-this f-feeling... ah, I'll d-deal with it tomorrow. I've a-already had quite a d-day."

It took longer than usual for the pain to go away, but once it did, Randel sighed, finally feeling tired.

He closed his eyes as sleep overtook him.