Soulful Cadence

Soulful Cadence

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"Cleo I don't know if you see this but your clarinet is fucking floating," Noah said staring wide eyed at the floating clarinet ignoring the sound of rustling behind him. "Cleo?" Noah said as he turned around and see Cleo walking towards the door. "Cleo do you not--," Noah asked in confusion before he was cut off. "I do. Mamma ain't raise no bitch but she didn't raise one one to mess with voodoo either. So I'm gone, Peace," Cleo said walking straight out the door leaving the floating clarinet. Sound of laughter were heard behind Noah as he watched the door Cleo left out, Cleo the bravest girl he knows walked out the building over a floating instrument. "What the Fuck," Noah said in disbelief as the cackles behind him got louder. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A high school band was rewarded a trip to a music training facility for training to be the best they can at music. But when weird shit starts to happen what will they do 3000 miles from home? They survive and establish dominance by smacking ghost with frying pans, holy clarinets, and more.
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*********************** "You're the city kid who's parents kicked the buck- fuck. I mean shit. I mean hi." He stammers. The entire family stares at Jack in pure horror. I burst into laugher, still to their horror. "Good one." I chuckle. Jack raises his sharp eyebrows. "You're fucked up, City Boy." He says. "Kieran." I say. "Bless you." He responds quickly. "No that's my name. Kieran." I elaborate. "Like the coffee maker?" He asks. "What? No, not Kierig, Kieran." I repeat. "Key ring." Jack says. I sigh. "I'm bein' serious as all outdoors, I can't say it." Jack says. "Maybe because you talk like a weed whacker." I say. Jack looks taken back by my comment. "You're funny. I like you...Kerin?" Jack says. "Keep trying." I say. "Jack, why don't you help Kieran settle into his room?" Roger suggests putting so much emphasis on my name, I almost forget how to say it. "You mean my room? Sure thing, Father." Jack huffs. Wait... I have to share a room with that thing? He looks like he bites. "Don't worry, Kieran. He don't bite." Roger assures me. Did I say that aloud or has Jack bitten in the past? **************************** Kieran's life is in shambles. His parents suddenly die in a car accident and he is sent to his father's next of kin, Roger all the way in Georgia. He doesn't know Roger, He doesn't like Georgia, and worse - they live on farm and Roger has 7 kids. Things don't look good For Kieran until he meets the very good-looking (yet ugly talking), Jack Matthews, one of Roger's 7 children and his new roommate.

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