A/N- Hi everyone! So my writing homework this week was to take a pre-existing character (Wes) and think about what their background and childhood was like, then completely change it. See, I think that Wes was the kind of person whose parents were perhaps a little bit estranged, and didn't do things like introduce him to good music at an early age, he had to discover it on his own. So, I gave him AWESOME parents. Here you go.
Way back on the radio dial, the fire got lit inside a bright-eyed child. Every note just wrapped around his soul, steel guitars to Memphis all the way to rock and roll.
-Even if it breaks your heart (Eli Young Band)
Wesley sat in the driver's seat of his daddy's pickup truck, waiting for him to come back out of the bank. He put his hands on the steering wheel and made racecar noises, giggling and pretending he was his favorite cartoon, Speed Racer. He crawled down on the floor and found a few pennies, which he squealed and put in his pockets. He found a little candy, still in the wrapper, so he took it out and put it in his mouth, savoring the sweet butterscotch. He climbed back up onto the seat and decided he wanted to listen to music. He wanted to listen to his Inka-Dinka-Wibble CD, so he tried to figure out how daddy did it. He liked the Inka-Dinka-Wibble band, they sang funny songs. Like come on honey, sunny day, come on children out to play, come on honey one two three, if you hear this play with me! He pushed the button and music began, but it wasn't his music. He went to turn it off, but froze. The music was weird. But in a good way. It sounded like when his big brother played guitar, except it was actually fun to listen to instead of painful. Then the voice began and his little jaw dropped. "Every time that I look in the mirror, all these lines in my face getting clearer. The past is gone. It went by, like dusk to dawn, isn't that the way? Everybody's got their dues in life to pay. I know, nobody knows where it comes or where it goes. I know, it's everybody's sin. You gotta lose to know how to win. Half my life's in book's written pages. Lived and learned from fools and from sages. You know it's true. All the feelings come back to you, sing with me, sing for the year, sing for the laughter, sing for my tears. Sing with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away." The song stopped when his daddy opened the car door, and laughed. "Hey, kiddo, you like Aerosmith?" he asked, and Wesley nodded, mouth still hanging open. "It made my heart hurt, Daddy, why he so sad?" the five year old asked, and his father lifted him into his carseat and sighed. "That happens when you get older, sport, you get sad. You start to think. You start to wonder if this is really where your life was supposed to go," he said. Wesley looked down at his hands as he thought about that. He didn't forget it.