I OWN NOTHING...except for all that I own...which is probably nothing...I
spent so much time looking for the right names, so I don't own those...I
probably don't own the plot, cuz I'm sure someone's done a story similar to
this...but I didn't copy it from them...just that great minds think
alike...remember that before you sue me.
A small child's laughter pierced the air. The family was enjoying a game of tag, and Daniel was chasing after his two kids. He slowly enclosed them, and brought the two children into a huge bear hug. Allene and Zeke were exhausted, and so they laid down on their dad, quietly awaiting the concert to start. That was one of the reasons he chose this place to be their home. Daniel was a jazz musician, a brilliant trumpet player. And he wanted his children to be exposed to jazz early, so they'd learn to have an appreciation for it too. He felt that New Orleans would be the best place to do it.
As he lost himself in the harmony, he felt at peace, as if nothing could destroy his sea of serenity. All wanted was for his Allene and Zeke to be able to feel the same thing. Suddenly, he realized that it was about two minutes to five.
"Oh my! Ally! We've got to go! Hurry!"
He picked up Zeke, who began to whimper from being so suddenly awaken. Daniel started to sway him side to side, in time with the music, and soon enough, Zeke fell asleep again. Daniel breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed his most precious possession, his trumpet, and ushered his daughter towards the oak tree.
As they walked there, Daniel realized there was nothing there. How in the world am I going to meet the headmaster? He's the only one who can help me!
"Daddy, look what I found!" Allene showed him an old boot on the ground.
"Put that down, Ally. It's dirty." As Daniel took the boot away from her, he suddenly felt his navel jerk forward, and the three of them began spinning around.
A small child's laughter pierced the air. The family was enjoying a game of tag, and Daniel was chasing after his two kids. He slowly enclosed them, and brought the two children into a huge bear hug. Allene and Zeke were exhausted, and so they laid down on their dad, quietly awaiting the concert to start. That was one of the reasons he chose this place to be their home. Daniel was a jazz musician, a brilliant trumpet player. And he wanted his children to be exposed to jazz early, so they'd learn to have an appreciation for it too. He felt that New Orleans would be the best place to do it.
As he lost himself in the harmony, he felt at peace, as if nothing could destroy his sea of serenity. All wanted was for his Allene and Zeke to be able to feel the same thing. Suddenly, he realized that it was about two minutes to five.
"Oh my! Ally! We've got to go! Hurry!"
He picked up Zeke, who began to whimper from being so suddenly awaken. Daniel started to sway him side to side, in time with the music, and soon enough, Zeke fell asleep again. Daniel breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed his most precious possession, his trumpet, and ushered his daughter towards the oak tree.
As they walked there, Daniel realized there was nothing there. How in the world am I going to meet the headmaster? He's the only one who can help me!
"Daddy, look what I found!" Allene showed him an old boot on the ground.
"Put that down, Ally. It's dirty." As Daniel took the boot away from her, he suddenly felt his navel jerk forward, and the three of them began spinning around.