Chapter 7: Brothers Gibb
The Bee Gees were amazingly unaware that an omnipotent being had just attended their concert. Maurice, however, noticed a blinding flash of light in the audience, and was acting strangely throughout the rest of the concert. He even interrupted Barry when he was singing, Morning of my Life. After the concert was over, they ran backstage, the roar of the crowd still ringing in their ears.
Barry ran over to his brothers.
"Hey, Maurice, what happened out there?" he asked.
"There was this huge light, I'm telling you, a giant flash among the people."
"You must be imagining things." said Robin.
"I saw it, I really did. I'm not making this up, you know."
"Alright, you wouldn't lie to us, would you?
"No, of course not."
"Well, then something happened."
"Well, of course something happened, or I wouldn't have said anything."
There was a giant flash backstage, and Q appeared before the brothers.
"Who are you?" asked Barry, unaffected.
"What's going on here?" inquired Maurice.
"Settle down, dear gentleman, I'm just a fan." answered the god like being.
"Then what do you want, making all this fuss with the flashes?" asked Robin.
"That was you, wasn't it, which I saw back there?"
"That's right, my name is Q. It is my pleasure to meet you, such great musicians as yourselves. It has come to my attention that you noticed my departure from your concert, and to apologize for my carelessness, I want to do you a favor."
"What kind of favor do you mean?" asked Barry.
"It's simple, really. It has come to my attention that you have been in a bit of a rough patch lately. Last year, your album was rejected by your record company. You haven't had a number one hit in three years, and lately, they have barely made it to the top fifty. Well, I think I have the answer to all of your problems."
"Listen here," Robin began, "We think the music we make is just fine, thank you, and we know we are about to have a big hit. For our next album, we're moving to America."
"This is the first I've heard of this!" reacted Maurice.
"That's because you wouldn't have thought of that for several months, but I sped things along." Responded Q.
"He put that thought inside my head!" said Robin. "I hadn't thought it until he suggested it!"
"I borrowed a little tip from a movie I saw in a couple of decades from now."
"What are you?!" asked Barry.
"Oh, how I wish I could tell you."
"I think we should call security."
"I'm afraid they're a little tied up right now."
"Listen here, maybe there is something going on supernatural. I mean, the lights, thought inception, what's going on here." Urged Robin.
"Please, brothers, allow me to understand. A change of location, perhaps, would suit this conversation."
Q snapped his fingers, and the brothers and he were transported to a room in Robin's mansion.
Barry moved closer to Q.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
"Please, sit down, everyone. In about six months, Barry, during a recording session for your next album, you will call it Main Course, you will discover a new vocal range that you can achieve. You will use this as a vehicle to catapult your group into something like international superstardom. It will be beyond anything you have experienced up until now."
"You're insane, that's what you are."
"Oh, what a shame, I really hoped you would believe me. I guess now I will have to modify your memories. Goodbye, brothers Gibb, may success be kind to you again…"
Q snapped his fingers, and the Bee Gees were back in Melbourne, still unaware of their fate.
In a vortex of colors, the traveler returned to the temple. He walked up the huge staircase to the main meditation area. George, Ravi, Wesley, and the followers were waiting there.
"At last, you return." Smiled George, "Will you meditate with us now?
"Perhaps we shall another time. Come, Wesley, we must go."
"But surely, you must have an hour to spare." Asked Ravi.
"The war is coming quicker than we expected. Have you contacted John yet?"
"No, I've tried, but Yoko keeps telling me this rubbish about how it's not 1958 anymore."
"It's a pity, but still, we must cope with our losses."
"I tried to contact you know who, but after what happened five years ago, communication is increasingly difficult, even when we worked together," sighed Harrison.
"Perhaps, we shall go back to meditate then."
They sat in silence, all urgency suddenly forgotten. They must have been talking, thought Wesley, but he couldn't hear any of it, for risk of killing himself. Now that he thought about it, it really had been Q talking to him then. Maybe he should try listening in. Then it occurred to him that he had forgotten the way in which he was supposed to even here them. So, instead, he sat there awkwardly for the remainder of the hour.
When the giant clock on the wall rang 3PM, the traveler rose, looked annoyed at Wesley, and walked away, motioning to him. Ravi sneaked a broad smile as he turned his back, and the master and apprentice walked back to the dimensional portal, which was cleverly disguised as a pig pen. A blinding flash of light erupted, and Wesley and the Traveler were in Transport again.
To Be Continued