I DO NOT OWN GYPSY 83. I WISH THAT THERE WERE MORE STORIES ABOUT THIS AMAZING MOVIE.

Akron, Ohio

Maybe it sounded creepy, but he had mesmerized the beautiful gothic archangel that was his dream girl. He had taken several mental pictures of his love. He had mesmerized her long flowing curly blonde hair, her amazing curves, her pale white skin, and her eyes, the way that they pierced into your soul. He did not know what her name was or even if she existed at all. He knew one thing for sure though: Dream-girl, which was what he had taken to calling his muse, was the only girl for him. No other chick would ever be able to measure up. If it turned out that Dream-girl was not real, he was going to be a lonely dude.

"Yo Zabka!" At the sound of his band name being shouted through the house, Ben Byers, also known as Zabka, got to his feet. He had been chilling in the snake pit, the name affectionately given to his basement.

"Down here bro." As Zabka got to his feet, he looked at himself in the cracked mirror that he kept. He was an in the middle kind of dude, in looks at least. He had a short brown mop top above his deep brown eyes and a slightly muscular build. About a second later, his bandmate and best friend in the whole world came bounding down the stairs. Clifford Fuller, or Johnny as he preferred to be called had been Zabka's best friend since diapers. Johnny had a pile of messy black hair on his head and a set of hazel eyes. He had a similar build to Zabka. but not as muscular. When they were 15, they had formed a rock band called Cobra Ky. They were both big fans of The Karate Kid, but unlike most people, they thought that Johnny Lawrence, star pupil of the Cobra Kai dojo was far cooler than Daniel Larusso. In tribute, Ben had christened himself Zabka and the two had formed their band, changing the spelling from Kai to Ky. They had also been as brothers since the day they met. It was them against the world. They were both 18 now, Cobra Ky had been going for 3 years, but they had yet to play outside of Akron.

"Zabka my bro." Johnny said as the two embraced.

"What's up Johnny?" He asked as his bandmate flopped down.

"Not much, just scored twenty bucks in a sick game of darts." He replied.

"Sweet!"

"How bout you bro?"

"Just finished some lyrics." Zabka stated.

"You mean for your song about the dream chick?" Johnny asked excitedly. "You gotta lay it down man, right now."

"Ok." Zabka said as he pulled out his guitar. It was a Gibson acoustic guitar, a chroma modern with a teal coating. Johnny on the other hand had a Epiphone hummingbird pro acoustic guitar with a dark cherry finish. As Zabka tuned the guitar, he pulled out a pick and began to play.

You are a desire…

A desire that I want to be fulfilled, yet glowing and alight,

A desire that I want to burn in my heart each night.

You are a dream…

A dream that entered my heart without any warning,

A dream that I want to wake up with each morning.

I need you girl, no I want you girl, you are everything to me.

Do you need me girl? Do you want me girl? You are all that I see...

When Zabka finished, Johnny was mesmerized.

"Holy shit dude, that owned!" He exclaimed.

"I guess." His friend replied.

"No, none of this I guess bullshit, it was kickass." Johnny insisted. "You gotta get Bambi to let you play it at the karaoke thing tonight."

"No way dude, she has a strict cover only policy." Zabka argued, nervous about performing such a personal song for a bunch of rednecks. "Let's just do an KISS song."

"Fine, which one should we do?"

"How bout Hotter Than Hell?"

"I'm down." Johnny sighed. "But you should really perform it one of these days."

"We'll see." Zabka replied. It was 2 and a half hours till showtime, so they slung their guitars over their shoulders and walked the one mile to the bar, unaware that this night would change everything.

NEXT TIME, THE BAND HAS A GIG WITH DESTINY. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.