This is my first, actual attempted story fic of Blues Brothers 2000. Meaning that this is more chapters than my usual oneshots. Just to make this clear it is not a Mary Sue, k on that? Good. This takes place the following year of Blues Brothers 2000.
Buster belongs to J. Evan Bonifant/Universal
Mighty Mack McTeer belongs to John Goodman/Universal
Cabel (Cab) Chamberlain belongs to Joe Morton/Universal
Elwood Blues belongs to Dan Aykroyd/Universal
This fic (Puppy Love) belongs to Me.
Enjoy. And please no flames. Thanks.
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Prolouge: Puppy Love
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It was July and the heat almost seemed unbearable to the four infamous bluesmen whose songs became infamous across the states. Their main one that kicked it off was heard at Queen Moussette's Battle of the Bands. A classic made up right on the dot filled with emotion, harmonica battles, and dance moves only they knew. It was simply known as Turn on Your Lovelight and it made The Blues Brothers renewed in the music business. Although Jake was gone, Mack had pretty good vocals that could keep the tune. Sure, it wasn't the same as Jake's but it drew the crowd in as well as the music itself.
It was amazing in Elwood's differently shaded eyes.
It was wild, one could say as to how the audience would just stand there in complete wonder and confusion as to where the silence remained before them like the calm before the storm. Then when the music started, they became someone else like slipping on masks of notes and words only the performers knew. Their bodies writhed in an attempt to keep with the tempo as their feet moved madly.
However, there was another thing in life that could be seen or heard as wild. It wasn't the screams of a roller coaster let alone the cheers of numerous crowds. The very thing itself was an emotion of twists and turns as random and strange as life. It was a feeling that confused both men and women; however, inspired them all the same. It was something that possibly every member of The Blues Brothers as well as the band felt at one point in their lives.
Love.
