Chapter 1
Carlos Mota
The Sun was shining, like it never shone before.
The Birds were singing, like they never sang before.
The Love was flowing, like it never had before.
"That's right man! That's right! Loved it man! Play some more to us!"
The musician busily started to play another tune. His fingers danced trough the frets on his guitar. Such joyful music! Kids were (trying) to sing along, while couples romantically danced. Everyone looked pleased.
But suddenly, the music stopped.
"Hey man! Why did you stop!? Keep going! You play that crap like a master!" a man from the crowd shouted.
"I'm sorry folks! But I really have to go, I forgot about an appointment I have today! I'm really sorry again!" And without leaving time for an answer, he simply left the bar.
As he walked from the bar, the musician simply forgot, he didn't have a ride to leave the place. He needed to leave fast, or else he would get late!
"Hey! What the hell, do you think you're doing? You were entertaining us, and now you simply decide to leave? Are you nuts?"
He turned to his back. It was the same man from the bar.
"Hey man… I'm sorry, but first of all, nobody was paying me for nothing, I simply did it for free. And second, I need to get outta here fast, because I'm supposed to be in a van in about twenty minutes. Is there a way you can help me?" The musician said while gently scratching his beard.
"Man! You are nuts! Well, I guess maybe I can help you. I got a car. It's kinda old, but it works. You just need to give me the address and then I can drop you there." The man answered.
After about some minutes, the musician was already inside the car of the man who introduced himself as Bob.
"Bob, man. Thanks so much for doing this favor to me. You see. I'm in a band, and we just decided to get serious, and today we're suppose to be leaving town. And, if I arrive late, they won't like a bit."
"Well, I just can't understand how would you miss an important date like this, you should have arrived early." Bob quickly said.
"I know, I know. I hadn't forgotten about it, I just got confused about the time. Such a bad moment, to be confused." He said.
The car wasn't that fast, and the road didn't help a bit. But they arrived.
When they arrived at the place, there was a van that was almost leaving the place, with only one man outside of it. He looked very worried. The van was painted in a wide range of colors, making it very colorful. The man in front of the bus shared the same length of hair as the musician's. Very long.
"There is much more people inside the van. But thank you very much for the ride Bob. I really appreciated it. God bless you. Peace brother." The musician said while holding Bob's shoulder.
He got out of the car, and quickly went in the direction of the van. The worried man suddenly looked better, but mad at the same time.
"Man, where were you?! You made me worry! A band, without a guitarist? Don't ever do this to us, again!" The man yelled.
"I'm sorry brother! Let's just get in there, and start this trip. This won't happen again."
But before he could enter the bus, Bob, who was still there with his car, shouted.
"Hey!! You didn't say your name!" He thought he just had given a ride to a rock star.
"Gustafa, brother." He replied, and then entered the van.
Bob then, left the place on his car.
"Gustafa!? What the fuck? Never heard that name before. Fuck! I'm, low on gas. All because of that hippie freak! Damm!" Bob angrily yelled.
While in the van, Gustafa looked at the view. Such beautiful birds and trees. He couldn't imagine any place better than this. But he always wanted to explore the world. And now he had the chance. He could barely wait.
Gustafa quietly fell asleep.