Introduction: Idol Goes Medieval (Danny Gokey's point of view)
"I realized that Harmony's crying had stopped. She was asleep now. She really cared about me. I could tell from what she had said. I didn't have a choice, I
was already falling in love with her. It was too late to be stopped."
It was like any other day. At least it started like one. I got up and went to work. Work for me was getting paid minimum wage to drive a truck around
Milwaukee. Great, right? I twisted my key in the ignition, and the truck roared to life. I flipped the switch for the radio, and pulled out of the lot. A few
minutes later, I turned the radio off. The upbeat salsa music just didn't match my mood. I drove onto the highway, and sighed. Around lunchtime, I
spotted a short, dark-haired man on the side on the road ahead of me. He was waving his arms wildly, almost as if he was hailing a cab.
"Hitchhiker," I thought. He looked desperate. His eyes showed that he was in a panic. I figured that it wouldn't hurt if I gave him a ride. I wasn't all
that hungry anyway.