Thanks for the reviews and P.M. I really like putting up new chapters when ever I can. Ideas are also welcomed. R&R.
Percy
I allowed this girl who was escaping a down pour, which happens often here, and now she's just staring at me like I'm a God or something. Not that it's freaking me out, but I feel like I've seen her in a dream I had when I was little. I just can't put my finger on it, and it bugs me to beat hell. Oh well. The silence is also killing me, so I decide to try for a conversation.
"So, you're a folk musician?" I asked. Hey, she said she was a musician, she didn't say what kind she did.
"Yes. Your song Tomorrow influenced me a lot. That, and John Denver." Oh, talented, and knows her musicians. I like this girl.
"John Denver was a great influence on me too. I have his first guitar here. I never use it, fearing that I'd break it. Want to see?" She answered yes with no hesitation. I smiled and showed her the way to my guitar room. Hanging behind three-inch thick glass was John's first guitar. A nineteen ten Gibson. My father was good friends with him, and when he died from the plane crash, he left him the guitar. I visit his ash spreading's when ever I go to Colorado. I talk and sing the while, not a care in the world.
"Wow. How did you get it?" I chuckled.
"My father gave it to me when I was little. About six years old. And I learned my first songs on it. Now I keep it here to be admired." She stared at it for a minute before looking at all the others. I can tell she wants to play. It's a musician thing, you wouldn't understand.
"You want to play one?" I saw her guitar case when she entered, but I can tell it's not as good as these. Pawn shop guitar I think.
"You will let me play one of your guitars?" She asked, not believing a word I said. I laugh and walked over to the first guitar my father bought me. A custom twelve string Gibson Humming bird. I also recorded Tomorrow with it. It's my most prize guitar.
"This is the first one my father bought me. If you want to play it, here. I have a replica if you want it." I pointed to the spot next to where the original guitar stood. There was a replica of the Humming bird. She looked at me to make sure I wasn't kidding. I nodded. She smiled and began to strum.
"I have to go finish a song. If you need anything, I'll just be in the next room." She nodded and I went into the next room. The whole time, I was thinking of the blond haired gal. I know I've seen her somewhere before. I can't think of it now. Oh well, back to writing.
Annabeth
I can't believe he let me play his first guitar, but is giving me his replica! Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming.
"OW." I looked to see Percy there. I gave him a 'What are you doing' look.
"Sorry, I heard you say pinch me, I must be dreaming when I was getting some brownies." A plate showed he wasn't lying. And I can tell from a look deep in his eyes they are laced with pot. My favorite kind of brownies.
"Laced?" I asked, nodding to plate. He saw the look in my eyes and smiled. Was he going to ask?
"Come on. Us hippies need to stick together." I smiled and followed him into the back. Three brownies later, I was laughing at anything I thought was funny. Even a wall! Or at least I was told.
"So, what are you writing hun?" He laughs and picks up the paper.
"Called Change the World. Going to add it to my new album." I looked at it. He was almost don, but he was having trouble with then ending.
"How about Change the word, so we all live in peace?" I suggested. He looked at it, looked at me, and wrote it down.
"I need your name. Or at least an allies. You deserve credit." I thought of a fake name in three seconds.
"Ann Chase" Not my full name. Not even my dad knows that one. He wrote down the line, and my allies. Then, as he turned to me, he kissed me!
Should have mentioned pot usage. Pot is not a drug people, come on! Anyway, before I go to peace mode, I wish for people to vote if they want Tomorrow in the next chapter, or the one after that. R&R, and vote! Peace out!