The sound of a guitar strumming could be heard through the wind. Vivian followed the sound of the music, watching surprised as Beary sat on a log, waiting for the bus. He really seemed to know how to play.
"That's pretty good", she smiled.
"Oh, thanks", Beary said as he turned to her. "I've been playing ever since I can remember. I learned how to play every Country Bear song ever!"
Vivian chuckled and took a seat beside him, watching as he continued to play. There was something refreshing about the company of this young cub. It felt good to know at least someone still liked the Country Bears. The strumming began to change as Beary started to play a song.
"You're almost as good as Ted", Vivian smiled.
He blushed as he looked down at his guitar and started singing. She couldn't help but admire the talent this cub had at such a young age. Vivian closed her eyes, listening to the music as Beary sang.
There's a town down the road
Where I ain't been before
Nobody knows my name
Or what I'm looking' for
Vivian sighed as she watched as he occasionally looked back at Country Bear Hall. It was just a shame that the last existing bit of the band would soon be gone. But then, what could they do about it? There was no possibility of getting the band together for a benefit concert. She believed it. Henry believed it.
Maybe things will be a little different
Cause they can't stay the same
I'm going to ease on down the road
Where nobody knows my name
Beary took a deep breath as looked out into the distance, waiting for the bus. His whole trip seemed to be a waste of time. Running away from home, trying to find his purpose in life. The Country Bears was his only passion in life. He had hoped he would find his purpose within the music and the place where it all began. Now it seemed he had no purpose.
If they think about me tonight
I know they won't miss the pain
Cause I'll be takin' it down the road
Where nobody knows my name
"Uh, hey…"
Vivian and Beary looked up to see Henry watching them. He almost looked as if he were ashamed of himself. Almost as if he were ashamed of what he said.
"Well… if we're going to get the band back together... we'll need some transportation!"
Beary gasped excited as he got up.
"Henry, you mean it?" Vivian gasped as she got up. "Are we really doing this?"
"You bet", he chuckled as he started leading them to the shed. "Hey, Roadie!"
Everyone backed away as Roadie drove the bus out of the shed. They couldn't help but cough as they watched the amount of dirt and dust fall off of the bus, adding the hay that was laid on it. The first time that bus had seen the light of day in 10 years. The door opened as Roadie came out.
"Beary, meet Roadie", Henry said.
"Hi", Beary shyly said.
"Hey, Roadie", Vivian smiled. "How have you been?"
"Have you guys seen my chicken?" he asked.
The three of them shook their heads. They hadn't seen any sign of the chicken at all today.
"Get off my grass!" Big Al yelled across the field.
Roadie turned to see the chicken sitting in the grass at Big Al's feet. He ran over to it, picking it up to get it away from him.
"He was making a mess on my grass", Big Al said, hating anything that steps on his grass.
Roadie carried the chicken back to the bus as Beary, Henry and Vivian stepped onto the bus. It was filled with tons of Country Bear memorabilia. Old t-shirts, pictures, 8-track tapes, even a gold record.
"The original Country Bear tour bus", Henry smiled as the young cub looked around.
Vivian smiled as she sat down, making herself comfortable.
"Hey, you get the place ready for the concert, Big Al! I'm counting on you!"
"Don't you worry about a thing, Henry!" Big Al said. "You just go get them boys!"
Roadie climbed into the driver's seat as he started up the engine. He turned the wheel and stepped on the gas, driving through the grass, onto the road. Vivian laughed when she saw the tire tracks they left in the grass. Big Al was certain to be upset about that.
