Fi and her family pulled into parking lot of the music festival designated
for band buses and roadie trucks. Ned was already there and she could see
him directing 'traffic.'
"Mom, do you mind if Annie and I go see who is playing right now. That new country band 'The Clark Family Experience' is supposed to play this afternoon and a girl from school told me that they were really good."
"Sure Baby. Have fun, but keep your cell phone on, and I want you to check in before I go on this evening, all right?"
"You got it Mom. We'll see ya later, c'mon Annie."
"Hey you two, wait up. We'll come with you," Carey called as he, Jack and Clu ran up to them.
"Darn it. How are we supposed to talk to Moargan of they are following us around?" Fi whispered to Annie.
Annie just shrugged and grinned, "I think you'll figure out a way."
The group of youths walked through the crowd, looking just like everybody else in the crowd. An exceptional band was playing, Fi would find out what their name was later, and Moargan was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly the large cat Annie recognized as Moargan's ran up to Fi and began rubbing on her leg. "Hey there, pretty kitty. You seem awful friendly."
"That is the cat I told you about. Look at her eyes. Have you ever seen so much intelligence in an animal before?" Annie questioned.
Fi examined the feline for herself. "I can see what you mean. It does seem a little too smart, and it's huge." The cat meowed and turned away, bounding for the stage. An announcer was on stage introducing the next band.
"And as a guest performer, Moargan O'Saihnnon will be playing the fiddle in place of our George, whose back home in Nashville fighting a nasty cold. We'd like to thank her for making the trip, it's a long drive from Tennessee, and we'd also like to thank the Molly Phillips Band for helping her when her car broke down. She almost didn't make it." With that the band Rascal Flatts began to play one of their singles, "Everyday Love."
Annie's head jerked up. What! She never would have taken her for a musician.
"Dude, she's in a band! This is so awesome," Clu exclaimed.
"I'm surprised she didn't say anything last night at dinner," Carey commented. "She's good though, isn't she," He finished with a grin.
"Let's get back stage and wait for her to finish. I want to meet her," Fi said excitedly. It wasn't everyday that you got to meet someone who could read her mother so readily, according to Clu anyway.
The small ensemble worked their way through the crowd, everyone their bundled tight against the cold. January in Seattle could be harsh, and a storm was brewing off the coast. The forecast said it would hit late that night, giving the music festival barely enough time to tear down before burying it in snow. No one seemed to notice the cold though as each band took the stage.
With the tight schedule each group was allotted twenty minutes, so it wasn't long before Moargan walked backstage holding her violin and bow. Eeiren jumped on her shoulder as she passed the large speaker she was perched on and seemed to whisper something into Moargan's ear. That's ridiculous, it's just a cat Fi tried to tell herself, but her love for the paranormal would never let her believe that.
Moargan spotted the group immediately and made a bee line for them with a cordial smile on her face. "See, I told ye we would meet again, Mr. Bell."
"Hello Moargan, it's nice to see you again," Annie interrupted.
"Aye, and you too Annie. Is this your friend, Fi, that ye wanted me to meet so badly?" she questioned.
"Yes, it is. Fiona Phillips meet Moargan. . ." She left the sentence unfinished, having realized that they hadn't gotten her last name.
"O'Saihnnon, it's nice to meet you. My mother's name was Fiona," she flashed her 100 watt smile and shook Fi's hand. A strange tingle of Deja Vu passed through Fi as she looked at Moargan.
"My grandmother's maiden name was O'Saihnnon," she said.
A sly grin replaced the smile and she commented, "Maybe we're related."
Before they could say anything else, the band Moargan had just played with approached them. "Moargie, we owe you dinner. Do you want to go now?" one of them asked.
"I can't, I promised that I would play for Jo Dee Messina and with that new group of very handsome young men, the Clarks. One of the brothers hurt his hand and they needed a backup guitar player, but the next time I'm in Nashville, you owe me a meal."
"It's a date then. We'll see you around."
They were soon out of sight and Moargan turned back to the teenagers. "I have to go back on stage soon, and I'll have to leave pretty quickly after that to get to the cabin I rented before the snow storm hits, but you guys are welcome to visit me up there once it settles down again. I'll be in the area for a while, here's the address. I'll see you all soon.
She turned to go back toward the stage after she handed a map of the route to Fi. Fi studied it for a few moments thinking I drove past that place before when Uncle Joe was teaching me to drive, and I don't remember there being anything out there.
"Mom, do you mind if Annie and I go see who is playing right now. That new country band 'The Clark Family Experience' is supposed to play this afternoon and a girl from school told me that they were really good."
"Sure Baby. Have fun, but keep your cell phone on, and I want you to check in before I go on this evening, all right?"
"You got it Mom. We'll see ya later, c'mon Annie."
"Hey you two, wait up. We'll come with you," Carey called as he, Jack and Clu ran up to them.
"Darn it. How are we supposed to talk to Moargan of they are following us around?" Fi whispered to Annie.
Annie just shrugged and grinned, "I think you'll figure out a way."
The group of youths walked through the crowd, looking just like everybody else in the crowd. An exceptional band was playing, Fi would find out what their name was later, and Moargan was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly the large cat Annie recognized as Moargan's ran up to Fi and began rubbing on her leg. "Hey there, pretty kitty. You seem awful friendly."
"That is the cat I told you about. Look at her eyes. Have you ever seen so much intelligence in an animal before?" Annie questioned.
Fi examined the feline for herself. "I can see what you mean. It does seem a little too smart, and it's huge." The cat meowed and turned away, bounding for the stage. An announcer was on stage introducing the next band.
"And as a guest performer, Moargan O'Saihnnon will be playing the fiddle in place of our George, whose back home in Nashville fighting a nasty cold. We'd like to thank her for making the trip, it's a long drive from Tennessee, and we'd also like to thank the Molly Phillips Band for helping her when her car broke down. She almost didn't make it." With that the band Rascal Flatts began to play one of their singles, "Everyday Love."
Annie's head jerked up. What! She never would have taken her for a musician.
"Dude, she's in a band! This is so awesome," Clu exclaimed.
"I'm surprised she didn't say anything last night at dinner," Carey commented. "She's good though, isn't she," He finished with a grin.
"Let's get back stage and wait for her to finish. I want to meet her," Fi said excitedly. It wasn't everyday that you got to meet someone who could read her mother so readily, according to Clu anyway.
The small ensemble worked their way through the crowd, everyone their bundled tight against the cold. January in Seattle could be harsh, and a storm was brewing off the coast. The forecast said it would hit late that night, giving the music festival barely enough time to tear down before burying it in snow. No one seemed to notice the cold though as each band took the stage.
With the tight schedule each group was allotted twenty minutes, so it wasn't long before Moargan walked backstage holding her violin and bow. Eeiren jumped on her shoulder as she passed the large speaker she was perched on and seemed to whisper something into Moargan's ear. That's ridiculous, it's just a cat Fi tried to tell herself, but her love for the paranormal would never let her believe that.
Moargan spotted the group immediately and made a bee line for them with a cordial smile on her face. "See, I told ye we would meet again, Mr. Bell."
"Hello Moargan, it's nice to see you again," Annie interrupted.
"Aye, and you too Annie. Is this your friend, Fi, that ye wanted me to meet so badly?" she questioned.
"Yes, it is. Fiona Phillips meet Moargan. . ." She left the sentence unfinished, having realized that they hadn't gotten her last name.
"O'Saihnnon, it's nice to meet you. My mother's name was Fiona," she flashed her 100 watt smile and shook Fi's hand. A strange tingle of Deja Vu passed through Fi as she looked at Moargan.
"My grandmother's maiden name was O'Saihnnon," she said.
A sly grin replaced the smile and she commented, "Maybe we're related."
Before they could say anything else, the band Moargan had just played with approached them. "Moargie, we owe you dinner. Do you want to go now?" one of them asked.
"I can't, I promised that I would play for Jo Dee Messina and with that new group of very handsome young men, the Clarks. One of the brothers hurt his hand and they needed a backup guitar player, but the next time I'm in Nashville, you owe me a meal."
"It's a date then. We'll see you around."
They were soon out of sight and Moargan turned back to the teenagers. "I have to go back on stage soon, and I'll have to leave pretty quickly after that to get to the cabin I rented before the snow storm hits, but you guys are welcome to visit me up there once it settles down again. I'll be in the area for a while, here's the address. I'll see you all soon.
She turned to go back toward the stage after she handed a map of the route to Fi. Fi studied it for a few moments thinking I drove past that place before when Uncle Joe was teaching me to drive, and I don't remember there being anything out there.
