Chapter 1: In The Beginning There Was For Music Only A Moment
The sun was shining, the birds were loudly chirping good morning, and the sky was pale blue. Nothing could ruin this perfect morning. Nothing. Maybe?
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There it was, the inevitable explosion of activity coming from the construction zone of Moons Theater. The koala himself sprinted away with a hopeful grin and a streaming blue print behind him. Speed talking on the phone he almost runs right into one of his favorite people, Eddie catching him with a laugh.
Yes, this last day of summer couldn't be tainted. The stars went to sleep just as the ones on the ground jumped to activity. Rosita rolled her snoring husband out of bed to help her with breakfast, pregnant belly being rubbed right and left by her sleepy babies for 'good luck'.
Gunther was on computer Skyping with the lover he left in Europe quiet for once as he and his badger giggled like school girls sneaking around. Mike...lets not go into his classified location shall we?
Ash never fell asleep, writing the words she used to shove down into broken lyrics and piecing together strings. It was hard to sleep with her phone ringing off the hook all night. His teasing that she should just block him haunts her, hand freezing within moments of pressing that stupid button. So she sings for the moment and nothing else.
Johnny couldn't be contained, last day of summer seeming to revert him into a child wanting to enjoying it as much as possible. A few quick kisses to the framed photos and he was off skateboarding into the sunrise. He ignored his grumbling belly with determination down familiar paths and ally's trying to dodge the fans who have been getting foreword lately.
Meena...had a perfectly normal morning with a perfectly normal family and a perfectly normal breakfast of cereal. Grandpa continued being him, grandma continued being enamored by this, and her mother continued juggling her job as a lawyer and family by answering emails while talking over her fathers loud voice.
Meena looked out the window in wistfulness and couldn't help but resent it. Just a little. Day after day routine hammered itself into her life. She wanted something different, spicy as Gunther would say. Something to shake her world. Half imagined hazel eyes fade away as violently as her grandmothers heart attack and Meena, in just that moment, cursed herself and her hopeful thinking.