Rock The World
Chapter I: The New Breed
It was a nice warm sunny day in New York City; nothing could be bother, as excitement and the media gathered in Madison Square. The New Breed was playing last part tour performance there. The tour was called Breaded, the band play in Baltimore, Los Angeles, Kansas City, Columbus, Ohio and the second to the last stop on tour Charlotte, North Carolina. The bands reputation was almost destroyed due to the concert in Kansas City, when the band quit during the show, after fans started throwing pop and popcorn at the band members.
The band formed in 1995 in Chicago under the name of The Windy City Stickers, The band only had three members at the point, There was the heart of beats, the drummer name Patrick Gowin, Who grew up in the worst parts of the city, There was lead guitarist Tim Lineman, whose success was cut short with his first try out for another Chicago band, because of guitar strings broke, due to the way lyrics and the music was composed, and last there was the lead singer for them: Drew Dystrap. Who created the band and try to get the band a record deal with several big music companies, but failed because there wasn't enough music or there was always and no extra guitarist in the background, he went onto focusing on the guitar instead of singing. So now the band was trying death metal, but failed when Patrick broke his wrist, due to the banging of the drum continuously. The band thought of a plan. The plan was agreeable by everyone in the band, and they decide to try to sign someone to the band, and so they had a tryout in a bar. It was until the second set of tryouts for lead singer when a man from Florida by the name of Dylan Haegin. Who moved to Chicago to get rid of the stresses that were happing in West Palms Springs? Now Dylan found that he had an excellent voice and decided to try to get into a band and help them out. So he went to garage on 1670 North Bean Street and try out, which he nailed it without any of the guitars in the background, just the drums. He was quickly rushed to see the former lead singer and one of the judges at the try outs.
Drew was impressed with the rookie and asks "Well you nail it champ, you blew the completion out of their own mines, so I and my band wish to offer you the lead singer role for the band."
"Well, what's it your band the called?" asked Dylan as he was face to face with Drew, Patrick, and Tim
"Our band is called The Windy City Stickers." Dylan started laughing after hearing stickers was part of the band name.
"Sorry for being rude, Drew isn't?"
"Yep, that's my name."
"But don't you think that Stickers is more for children then for adults?"
"Well yes I think so, but that's the name we came up with at the first meeting, and what we decided to call it till now, Because you're the new leader everything will be in your control, that means you can hire anyone, fire anyone, except Patrick, Tim, and of course me."
"Ok, then where do I sign?" asked Dylan
"Well you have to sign the bottom of this document and then this release form."
So from there on end, the band changed their name to the New Breed. They played in local bars where they caught the attention of one agent named Carl Champillion. He talked to MAA records president Mr. Alec Webber. Mr. Webber agreed to sign the band to a four CD deal, so the band left its roots and went to the New York City's MAA Studios to record their first CD. Carl was always in the studio, due to the fact that he had a lot of bands that worked for MAA Records. But he was embarrassed that the band he just signs and was making weird music that didn't make any sense. So that's where the band had downright embassessing, rigid, beginning. But it's was the beginning.
The Concert was horrible as critics wrote on their pieces of paper; they were talking amongst themselves trying to find out what the band was singing. One of the critics told another critic "This horrible I can't stand this, I'm leaving, see yaw" The New Breed was in a intermission when Carl came back from the front office and made announcement "Everyone listen up, now I know we have been a seven day tour, but to the fans and critics disappointments from the concerts, I have decided to end the tour right here, right now!" With that news Dylan jumped out of his seat walk over to the stage and looked out from the curtain. What he saw was empty seats, all of them empty, He walked back to backstage area like a monster from hell; Angry at the fact that all the people that were in the seats were all gone.
"What did you tell them Carl?" asked Dylan in a demanding voice
"Dylan, listen to me, the tour sucks, the songs sucks, your performances suck. You know the reviews, well there all made up, I cut out the original reviews and but my own words will make you guys happy."
"So those reports are all nothing but fakes?"
"Yes Dylan they were fakes, all were fakes." said Carl in a stern voice with a pause
"All I was trying to do is make sure that you guys wouldn't hear the reviews that those critics said about you." said Carl
"Trying to protect us, like we were small children, Well Carl, we're not children, WE ARE ADULTS, and I think we should see the reviews from the critics." Dylan stomped off to the locker rooms, while Drew, Tim, and Patrick were standing shaking their heads in disappointment.
"Drew and Tim can you load everything in the van, please." asked Patrick
"What are you going to do?" asked Drew
"I'm going to talk to Dylan about everything, okay." So Drew and Patrick were left with their manager. Drew was confused about everything that just happens and asked Carl what they supposed to do? Carl answered him "Well Drew, listen to what Patrick said, after all the equipment has to be packed in their cases and put in the van, so they can be returned to the Studio and then I want you to tell everyone to take a three month break. Also tell them I will contact them at different times during your guy's break."
"Alright sir, I will tell them."
"Oh Drew, I forgot to tell you something, if Dylan is looking for me, tell him that I have a press meeting in thirty minutes at the MAA Studios, okay?"
"Okay Sir, I will let him know where you are if he's looking for you, have a nice press meeting." Carl walked to the private parking lot that was in the back of the garden and waited for his limo driver, Drew and Tim were busy at the moment when Dylan came out of the lockers and shocked Drew. "For crying out loud Dylan, don't you ever scare me again like that; you almost gave me a heart attack."
"Whatever man, you're going to be thirty-two years old and you can't have a heart attack! But Drew can you tell me this, where is Carl at?"
"He went to his press meeting and gave us a three month break, Dylan!"
Dylan turned around before he could look and almost got hit by the van, luckily for him he dived off to the side. Tim came out of the van and rushed over to Dylan asking him if he was okay. Dylan just got up without a word and started packing things away. Patrick came out of lockers with the extra guitars and put them in the van. Everyone was packing equipment without a word, Dylan grabbing three or four things at a time, Tim getting the cases for the drums and handing them to Patrick, so Patrick could put the drums in the protective cases that they belonged in. Drew was helping the crew get the stage equipment down and put away. It took them fifteen minutes to put all things all away and make the Madison square garden in its normal state. The leader of the work crew asked if everything was in the van. Everyone said "yes" and he drove off. So now Dylan, Tim, Drew, and Patrick walked back to the parking lot where their limo was waiting. The limo drivers got out of the limo and open both rear doors of the limo. The guys thank him for doing a good favor and they got in. They sat down across from each other, when the limo driver rolled down the inside window and asked "Where would you guys like to go today!" "Well, Mr. Yawer how about a drive to the airport." Said Drew "You guys don't want to go to the Studio." asked Mr. Yawer as he turned around to see the guys without a successful smile. "Nope, Carl doesn't want us to be in the studio, unless he calls us there." said Dylan as he was turning on the TV and pouring some pop from the mini-refrigerator. "Okay, so what airport you guys want to go to?" All of them said "J.F.K International." So Mr. Yawer hit the gas and took off from the parking lot to the entrance of the driveway. The limo was about to drive out of the entrance when a bunch of angry mob came after them. They spattered the car with eggs, paints, pop, and popcorn from the concert. Mr. Yawer knew they had to get out of there before the limo either A: got broken into, B: get damaged upon repair. Or C: All of the above. So what Mr. Yawer do is he rev the engine up and sped out of the driveway, making the guys in the back hold on to the inside window. They got away from the mob, and went to the highway. Everyone was watching TV, except for Mr. Yawer (of course who was the driver of the limo). They were channel surfing trying to see if they could get the press meeting on a station, but none of the stations carried it. Dylan turned off the TV and set back in the seat. While sitting there, he thought of the reason why the concert didn't go on like it should of, was it because he was too young to understand why his manager decided to cut the tour short or was it due to inexperience the band was. These were the question that was struck in his head. Drew on the other hand was sleeping on the seat that was across from Dylan and the other two looked like they were spacing out. The limo hit the busiest streets in New York and went towards the airport. They were half way to the airport, when they saw a horrifying accident. At first they thought it was someone else but, as soon as the police came over to the scene were the car crashed into a SUV, the guys knew it had to Carl because only Carl's driver would drive like that when Carl was disappointed about the concert. Carl' car was hit by a black SUV, both the driver and the manger were killed, within the seconds of the crash. So The Band's Limo went down to the wreckage and Dylan was first to run over to where the crash had happened to make sure that it was not a fluke. When he got into the crowd of media and press that was all over the place as the cops were trying to get them away from the wreck, Dylan was trying to get a glimpse of his manager's limo and try to see if he was ok, but it was too late, the media caught him running into the crowd, taking photo after photos of him, like he was the murderer of a crime scene. When he got up to the police lines, the policeman said he was not supposed to anywhere near the wreck at the time, as it is being investigated by police. The other band members got to where Dylan, what seem to be an hour. The media eat them up as well as did with the leader. Taking fast snapshots at them and trying to talk with them.
When the band caught up with Dylan they were looking everywhere at the limo and at the SUV, they knew that the ambulance was already gone, with the bodies of their manager, and the driver. Patrick asked the policeman that was guarding the scene if the driver of the SUV was pronounced dead at the scene, too. The policeman said "Yes indeed he was. He took a blow from an airbag, which killed him instantly." Patrick was surprise that the driver of the SUV was dead too, after all he was the one that hit the limo. But it was unsure of, the only thing that matter is that their manager was dead, gone, vanished by an accident, Never get to see wither the band gains more fans or dies like its manager. That night Dylan could not sleep due to the wreckage he saw, he woke up and went down stairs and turn on the television, and all he saw was more images of him, the band, and his former manager's limo at the scene. Dylan was feeling the pain as he stare at the TV, and started crying. He was a twenty years old man, single, crying. He knew that he would have to face the media in the morning or at the funeral.
He had his buddies to help him out. But never got the nerve to do that, because they are upset and properly with family. He woke up the next morning with a headache, and thought he should call his manager, while he was calling he happen to look at the newspaper, and it read "New Breed Manager, Dies in Car Crash After Concert" he started to read "Yesterday, around 6 o'clock AM, New Breed Manager: Carl Champillion died in a car crash, right after the new breed's concert at the Madison Square Garden. Carl was disappointed with the concert and wanted to get the press call, quickly, New York's finest cops were all over the scene as the press and the media showed up after a police officer happen to show up and have a talk with the record company owner. The company owner called off the meeting, and told his driver to get him to the hospital immediately. Dylan mouth gasped open, as his cell phone dropped to floor and broke into pieces. He thought it was all just a dream that he didn't want to believe. He went inside and stayed there for three days.
The next week was supposed to be the funeral, he knew he had to go to pay his respect, but never managed to come to the funeral. Even thought he managed to write a card to the family, he couldn't face the fact that his manager was dead. He knew he couldn't bring him back, and he knew that the band would either break apart or get a new manager, He did not know, He didn't want to think about it, it was really complicated for him to figure what happen the other day. He knew that the band had its first concert, at the biggest arenas ever, but never knew something that bad was going to happen to their manager. He thought about it, thought about real hard. Tried to think about what happen, why, his manager was so disappointed in them. Was it because of the music that play, or was it because they were too inexperience in this music business. He didn't know what stressed his former manager out, and made his driver drive too fast. But he had to leave the house sometime that day, because he had to. So he went to get the New York Times again and looked thru it, he saw that the funeral was being held when the bodies are identified by the family and the band. When he was reading that part of the newspaper the band's limo showed up with two police cruisers that Brooklyn Police Department sent with the limo. When the guys got to the department, they went inside of the building a saw about a half dozen of police and detectives with their heads hanging down, giving the band a hint that they felt that they were sorry about their lost. With the police hanging their head made the entire department feel miserable, even the criminals felt bad for the band. The chief of police came out of his office that was in the back and welcome the guys into a private section of the police station.
The guys knew that they had to identify the body of Carl Champillion, as the detective and the chief came into the room with a folder and papers. Both men sat down at the opposite side of the band. The detectives stood up and thank the band for coming on short notice. Dylan started to speak; but couldn't talk because he knew he was going to start crying. So Dylan, Drew, Patrick, and Tim sat there while waiting for the detective and head of police say something. Finally the Detective was talking to them.
"Do you guys know a Mr. Carl Champillion?"
There was a slight pause, and then Dylan spoke up
"Yeah, we do, he's are manager for the band. Why?"
"We have documentations of his car and the other driver, who died in the wreck, but we need help identify who is who, because both Mr. Champillion and his driver were thrown out, but they had no identified cards on him. Now what Detective Alexson is going to show you, might be kind of graphical to show to the press, however we will not release any of the picture due to the status that I got from MMA studio, so if you see any pictures of the wreck or of your manager, after the wreck, you can sue the media for any publishing pictures of the deceased. But Detective can you show these men the pictures of the two men." said the chief.
Detective Alexson pulled one picture out of the folder and an old picture of Carl Champillion, Dylan, Patrick, and Drew couldn't bare look at the picture of the two men lying on the ground with burns from being thrown from the car, and hit the ground. Tim studied the picture and made compare to the picture of Carl, he saw a resemblance from the old picture and the picture of the two men lying on the street dead. He turned to the detective
"The man in the white shirt is Carl!" yelled Tim.
"Are you sure that this man that is lying on the curb is Carl?" Asked the chief
"Yes, because he was wearing a white shirt and he has a small, but fine detailed cut on his forehead, and it's the same scar that is on this picture." said Tim as he was looking at the picture of Carl and the two men on the ground.
"Ok, you think that this man in the white and blood stained shirt is Carl Champillion." Asked the detective,
"Do I think I know that's Carl, because of the scar?" The detective brought out a magnifying glass to see if the man that Tim said was Carl, He noticed the scar on the guy forehead. Well I'll get this down to the lab and see if the man that you claim to be Carl was actually Carl. The detective left the room with both picture and all documents that where the in folder, the chief was the only left with the band, he asked them.
"Will you guys wait here, because it's going to take thirty minutes to get the information and get the information from the lab? No one said a word for a minute and half before the chief broke the silence.
"So where is everyone from, I mean where were you born at?" Dylan talked first
"I'm originally from West Palms Spring, Florida; then I moved to Chicago in '95 and since then I've been working with the band." Drew was next to speaking.
"Well Tim and I came from Tulsa, Oklahoma; and we've been best of friends for over twenty-five years, I went to Illinois State University for a year, then I told Tim about the music program that they have, and he spent four years in ISU and graduated in 1994 with honors, like me and since then met up with Patrick who was originally the creator of the band. "
"Wow, that's a bunch of things to remember."
"Yeah, we know, but our historian is always keeping every concert and every new member that we get in the band in a folder."
"So what was your biggest gig?" asked the chief. "Well in Chicago, at a bar, where everyone that was drunk was throwing beer bottles at use."
"I bet that had to be hard to be around."
"Well," said Patrick "With half of them drunk as hell, then yeah it was a little bit too dangerous, but within three months it was closed due to a fight that killed three and injured seven."
Suddenly the door open and the detective came in; "Well it looks like you were right, that the guy that was on the curb with a white shirt is Carl Champillion, I'm sorry about everything and thank you for your corporation in this investigation on short notice. The guys said thank you and were lead out of the room by officer, they walked to the front door before thanking the detective for the given information about their now former manager. The band walked out the front doors into their limo with weeping faces. They couldn't believe that just a week ago they were arguing with Carl about cutting the concert short of one more hour. Mr. Yawer asked the band where they wanted to go, everyone said home, they didn't want to stay in New York anymore, so Mr. Yawer drove them to the Airport where they got on the same plane and took off to Chicago. Not one of the band talked about what just happen, or how this could of happen. All they did was sit there with gloomy faces; Dylan was face in between his legs, so the guys couldn't see his face, because he was crying about the fight that he and Carl got into before Carl died. Tim was trying to focus on a crossword that was given to him by a flight attendant, but couldn't even focus when the tears came down his cheeks. Drew was lying on his side with a pillow over his head so he wouldn't see the lights turn on and keep him up for the whole flight, he was also thinking about Carl, and how they try so hard to make the band so perfect with the guitars that were given to them by a local guitar shop, in the Downtown section of Chicago. Patrick was in his seat just trying to keep from crying, but it didn't work. Drew finally broke the silence by throwing the pillow at Dylan. Dylan turned around and asked
"What was that for?"
"Dylan that was for fun, we need to take our mind off of Carl, by having fun and remembering all that he did for us, signing us to an exclusive deal, and getting new equipment for the band." said Drew as he was sitting up in his seat to see what Tim and Patrick doing. As he turned his head toward Dylan; Dylan threw the pillow back at Drew, which hit him in the face. Drew got up with the pillow and hit Patrick over the top of the head, Patrick got his own pillow out after he was hit and started to swinging it back at Drew, Tim jumped into the pillow fight by getting his pillow and tackling Drew. Dylan got up and hit Tim in the back with his pillow once Tim got up. The guys were laughing and playing at the same time. When a flight attendant came in and started to get pillows out of the storage, and took two to Dylan and Drew. She hit Dylan in the stomach and Drew on the head. More flight attendants came in with pillow and started in hitting everyone, until the feathers in the pillows exploded into a million pieces. When the co-pilot came in
"We are almost in Chicago, so band members please sit in your seats and flight attendants please get in your seats." demanded the co-pilot.
"Oh come on, this is the private jet, nothing could happen." yelled Tim.
"Sir, you may know that, we might land and one of you might hit the ceiling and cut yourself open, and then whose fault would that be." yelled the co-pilot
"Surely my mistake, captain." said Tim.
"No it wouldn't it would rest on my Captain and myself, because who is going to believe that a band member made a mistake, they probably blame it on the captain and myself not anyone else." yelled the co-pilot. As the co-pilot was walking back to the cabin the plane started to shake and the co-pilot began to run to cabin. Everyone in the back could hear the pilot and the co-pilot yelling at each other. The flight attendants went back to their seats and got seated in again. Dylan, Tim, Patrick, and Drew happen to sit in their seats, but didn't buckle in at all.
The plane landed at the O'Hare International Airport at 6:30 pm, everyone was glad that they were safe and on the ground again. The band limo arrived just as the guys were heading to the outside. This time it wasn't Mr. Yawer, it was Mr. Johnson, who was their home limo driver. Tim and Drew were the ones that talked most the way to Tim's house. Tim got out and said
"See you another time, bye."
Patrick and Drew were talking, while Dylan just sat there waiting for his stop, while Patrick and Drew were giggling about the jokes that they told each other. Dylan's stop came next and as he got out, another car pulled up, it was Tim. He drove up to the limo, because he forgot his guitar for the fifth time. Tim also went into Dylan's house with Dylan, now Dylan didn't live in a mansion, instead it was just a normal house with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living and dining room, and a rundown garage. The outside of the house was terrible, The siding had cracks in it, the roof looked like it was caving in, the some of the windows were boarded up, due to people throwing rocks at it over the past ten years. Put Dylan picked it because he didn't have that much money on him, like the rest of the band, who had little money from sales of their demo and the first of the four CDs. Inside of the house was better than the outside, because Dylan remodel the inside in thirty days, he put a stair rail in and remodel the bathroom, so it would reflect on how he was invested in space, so he had aliens, space shuttles, and planets. In the extra room, he made that into a recording studio, which was named Natures of Nature, where all the music was created by Dylan and the early start of the band.
Tim has been here on many occasions, but never paid any attention to how the house looked. On the outside and inside,
"Wow Dylan, you made so many changes to this house." said Tim, as he was looking around to see the changes in the house.
"Wow, Tim you just noticed that the house has change, and how many times have you been here?"Asked Dylan, he knew the answer that Tim was going to say.
"Well, let me think here, I thank this is my one hundredth time over he." Said Tim
"I can't believe that you can't remember the last time I was doing remodeling on this place, I had Patrick, Drew, and you helped out, remember?" asked Dylan,
"I can't remember if I helped out, but I know that we helped out in the community."
"So, did you leave your guitar here?" asked Dylan, as he was trying to remember if he had seen Tim's guitar in his place at all."
"Yes, I did Dylan, it should be in the old recording room, and I'll go and check." Said Tim as he was running up the steps to get into their old recording studio, which was in Dylan's house. Dylan was downstairs sitting in his oversized couch that he slept on each night for the past two month, he didn't know why he couldn't go up stairs and lay in his bed for, and he guessed that he was just lazy to do that sort of a thing. Dylan could hear Tim, knocking things over that were heavy, like the speakers and the drums, Tim was just as clumsy as a chimpanzee, So Dylan called up to Tim.
"Tim is everything ok?" He couldn't hear a thing, but only a muffled voice, so Dylan ran up the stairs into the recording studio, and found Tim tangled in the cords of his and Drew's guitars. Dylan saw Tim, tangled and started to laugh. Tim gets up and says
"It's not funny Dylan, I slipped and fell right into the guitar and knocking down one of the speakers!"
"Oh, so that what I heard hitting the ground, but I still don't understand how in the world did you slide into the room and fell, there's no water on the floor boards?"
"Well Dylan, there must have been water on the bottom of my shoe." Said Tim as he was trying to get up, but found himself tangled in a mess of cords that surrounded him. Dylan went over and helped get the cords out of Tim's way, so that Tim could get up. The last cord was to Tim's guitar that happens to be stuck around Tim's left leg. Tim looked at the cord and try to see what guitar it goes to, when he found out that it was his guitar cord around his leg, he felt stupid because he didn't know which was his guitar and which one was Drew's guitar. So Tim unplugged the cord from the speakers and grabbed his guitar, thanked Dylan for helping him out, and left to go to his place. Now Tim and Dylan didn't live that far away from each other, Tim lived two miles south of Dylan, in a green brand new house. Well Tim always called it the best house on his block, which was true, because the other entire houses on his block, But Tim couldn't complain nobody, I mean nobody had a nicer house than Drew's who lived five miles to the southwest of Dylan's house.
Dylan was upstairs still picking up the speaker and grabbing Drew's guitar, now if Drew was there, Drew would be mad, because of Dylan not holding the guitar right. Dylan plugged Drew's guitar into the speaker that fell and hit the strings with his fingers, while standing up the guitar the wrong way. The sound came out with a crack at first, but as Dylan played along with the guitar, the cracking noise went away. He knew that the speaker wasn't broken yet, because Tim and Drew dropped that speaker so many times that it was even funny. Dylan sat down the guitar in its stand and walked away from the recording studio. He went down stairs and found himself once again on his oversized couch. He turned on the TV and saw the news come on immediately, he turned it off and decided to head back to New York. He wanted call everyone before he took off, but thought it might get the band angry if he told them that he was going to New York's Morgue to see how Carl died and to say he's finally good-byes. He took the flight 445 to New York, the flight left at 5:30 in the morning, the next morning. So Dylan slept there until he awoken by Drew, Tim, and Patrick.
"Dylan, wake up, We know it you, and were not leaving until you tell us where are you going, and why?"Demanded Drew as he was shaking Dylan. Who was sleeping on wooden bench!
"What," asked Dylan, Patrick got a flashlight out of his side pouch on his pants, and shinned it right in Dylan's eyes. Dylan jumped up from where was sleeping and looked at the guys.
"What are you guys doing here; it's only 4:45 in the morning, which I have only another 45 minutes to get on the plane." Said Dylan, as he was just getting woke up from a long sleep in the airport.
"What plane, Dylan?" snapped Drew, as he was looking onward at Dylan was a mad look on his face.
"I'm going to New York." Said Dylan
"Why are you going to New York for, there's nothing we can do about Carl don't you understand that Dylan, you think just running away to New York, without telling your band members where you at?" barked Drew
"I wasn't going to run away from you guys, I was only to pay my respect to Carl, that's only." As Dylan stood up and looked into those hatred eyes of Drew.
"That's what you're going to do?" asked Tim
"Yes, now can I get on the plane or what?" asked Dylan, as he was sitting back down, from having a staring contest with Drew.
"Hold on, Dylan, if you're going we're coming with!" said Patrick. Before Dylan could say another word Drew went up to the counter and bought tickets to New York, it was the same plane that Dylan was taking, the 445 that took off in 30 minutes. The announcers announce that 445 to New York is now boarding. Dylan, and the guys got there tickets ready and headed to the exit. The ticket information person was there as she took the tickets and gave them their seats that were in the first class. Their seats were in different places; Dylan was sitting closer to the front, while Drew and Patrick were closer to back, where the flight attendants come in. But Tim was the one by the far left side of the plane, by the windows, he been on so many planes that it didn't bother him to look out the window. It was about 5:15 in the morning when more and more people started to head into the plane. Two or four people came into the first class seats and sat down. By none of the guys, these people were just normal as everyone that was getting on the plane. But what separated them apart from everyone else is that they fly multiple times on airplanes and got frequent flying miles. Dylan saw one of the passengers being out a CD. He looked over his seat and saw that the man get out the band's demo CD. Dylan looked surprised that this man didn't have the first CD and had the demo. He studied the man; he an African American, about six foot and eight inches if he stood up, but looked only to be four foot and four inches sitting, the man was wearing a white button down shirt that had the Logo University of Los Angeles. Than it said his name under it the logo, but it was difficult to make out. So he tried his best to figure what the name of the guy was. He brought out a piece a paper and started to write the name down the paper. When he done he looked at and studied the letters and the name. The words made up EDDIE McEED, but thought that couldn't be anyone important. The plane took off after getting airports permission, and they were off to New York.
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