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Marty was stunned, as he and Harmony headed towards the trail. He did remember being told before that he was destined to become famous, but he was still shocked.
"I realize that I am creating a bit of a risk by telling you," Harmony said, with a little bit of nervousness, "but you are destined to become a rock star. I'm not going to go into detail about this, but you are very famous around Hill Valley."
"This is so amazing," Marty said, quietly. "Yeah, you shouldn't tell me anything more about my destiny. To do so could create a time paradox. I sure hope they don't play any of my music at the dance. I mean, if I end up hearing any of my songs before I even write them, that could definitely create a major time paradox."
"I think that would be called the predestination paradox," Harmony said, nodding. "I can't exactly go up to the disc jockey, and tell them not to play any of your songs."
"Well, I guess this is what I've dreamed about," Marty replied. "This is really going to place some pressure on me, however. Come to think of it, I wonder if Doc may have felt the same way - when he discovered that he would invent a time machine in thirty years. Well, at least I know that I'll have something to look forward to."
"Well, anyway, Marty," Harmony said, "let's get back to the dance. Oh, yeah, there is something else that I should tell you. Your son does sing and play the lead guitar in a rock band, too. They call themselves Machinehead, after Deep Purple's album."
"Oh, okay," Marty said, smiling. "It's so amazing to think that my son will take after me. I can imagine that he would be under a lot of pressure, though."
"Well, yeah, he is," Harmony replied. "He really does enjoy music, though. He does have a unique style, so it's not like his music is the same as yours."
"Oh, good," Marty said, laughing. "It's nice to know that my son and I are different in some ways. I would be a little freaked out, if it turns out that I raised a clone."
"Hey, don't worry, Marty," Harmony replied, laughing. "The two of you definitely have your differences. Anyway, your son is..." Harmony's eyes suddenly grew really wide, and she gasped, "Marty! Look over there! Griff is over there, harassing your sister - I mean, your daughter! You have to go stop him!"
"Holy shit!" Marty gasped, as soon as she saw that Griff was harassing Marlene.
"C'mon, c'mon," Griff was saying, as she was grabbing at Marlene. The rest if Griff's were standing by, and watching. Even Spike had a smirk on her face.
"Leave me alone," Marlene protested, as she tried to pry Griff's hands off of her.
"You want it," Griff insisted, as he continued to pester Marlene. "You know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you."
"Shut your filthy mouth," Marlene snapped, as she slapped Griff in the face. "I'm not that kind of girl!"
Griff and his gand leaned back a bit. Then Griff began to chuckle.
"Well, maybe you are," Griff insisted, "and you just don't know it yet."
"Get your meat hooks off of me," Marlene snapped, as she continued to struggle.
With a sudden sense of deja vu, Marty ran towards Griff and pushed him a bit. "You heard her," Marty insisted. "She said get your meat hooks off..."
Suddenly, Griff grabbed at Marty and began to pull at him. "All right, punk!" Griff snarled. "You know you've been looking for a..."
"Just leave my brother alone!" Marlene snapped, as she slapped Griff in the face. "He was just defending me from..."
Griff suddenly pushed Marlene to the ground - as Marty looked on, with horror.
"How nice to see you here, Griff," chimed in slightly familar voice. "You just don't know when to give up. Now how about leaving this sweet girl alone?"
Marty looked up, and he was shocked to see that this boy looked a lot like Griff. He seemed to be nicer, though. He was dressed in a neater fashion, too. Marty started to helped his daughter up from the ground, as Griff turned his attention elsewhere.
"Hey, beat it, Billy boy," Griff ordered. "Look, you may be my cousin - but you are still too lo-rez for my liking. I can't believe that we actually have a sissy like you in this family. You are not worthy of being a Tannen!"
"Just who're you calling sissy, you ziphead?" Bill retorted, as he grabbed onto Griff's hands. "Now look here! You are the one who is so insecure of yourself, that you feel the need to bully others - just so you could make yourself feel superior. You are the one who is lo-rez, Griffy!"
"How dare you, lo-rez bojo?" snarled Griff, as he tried to pull away from Bill's grasp.
Griff and Bill were just about to fight, when they saw that one of the security guards were standing there, with a grim look on her face. Even Griff seemed to know better than to fight, with her watching.
"Since this is a festival, I'm gonna cut you a break," Griff insisted, with a rather fake smile. "Today. So why don't you get an egg, and scramble it?"
After Griff and his gang ran off, Marty and Bill glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. It appears as though Griff also had a tendency to get popular saying wrong.
"It's 'get an egg and beat it', Griff," Bill muttered. "Griff is such a lo-rez bojo!"
"Thank you so much for rescuing me," Marlene said, smiling a little. "Mike should be back here soon. I can't believe that Griff is back up to his old tricks."
"Don't worry about it," Bill said, warmly. "I have a way of dealing with my cousin. At least I have bionic implants that actually work properly."
"How are you guys doing?" Mike asked, as he returned. Turning to Bill, he added, "So your name is Bill Tannen, right? I must say that you and your cousin are so different from each other. I mean, you actually have your head on straight."
"Thank you," Bill said, smiling. "Griff had just been harassing your girlfriend, in fact, but Marty and I came here to intervene. You really have to admire how gutsy Marty here is. He's so short, but he still has the courage to defend his sister."
"Hey, that's no problem," Marty said, smiling. "I mean, nobody is going to get away with harassing the people that I'm close to."
"Griff can just go nump off," Harmony added, as she joined the gang. She turned to Marty, and she said, "Come on, Marty! Why don't we dance for a little while."
"Why don't you and I dance, too?" Mike suggested, to Marlene. "I mean, we are here to have some fun, right? We're not going to let any lo-rez scuzzballs ruin our fun, are we? This is some really wicked music, isn't it?"
Marty smiled at Harmony, as he led her to the dance area. He had to admit that she was such a beautiful girl. He knew it would be wrong to hit on Doc's granddaughter, though. It would also be very risky to the space-time continuum.
"You know, Marty," Harmony said, softly. "You do look just like your son. You know, this is almost a little freaky. Well, at least it's not like you're my father!"
"That is true," Marty said, smiling. He suddenly realized something, as he gasped, "I don't believe this, Harmony!" Then, in a quieter voice, Marty added, "If my son ends up taking my girlfriend to the dance, that mean he'll be dating his mother. I can still remember how creeped out I was, when I had to date my mother in 1955."
"Goodness!" gasped Harmony. "I didn't even think of that. Well, let's just dance for a little while. You know, I wonder if that clock will still be there by 2055."
"Clock?" Marty asked stunned. "Oh, you mean the clock in the clock tower! Actually, by then, people may not mind changing the clock. Although, come to think of it, with overhaul rejuvinations, I guess people will be living longer lifespans."
"The Wilsons have always been practical-minded," commented Harmony. "While the people in this town may agree with most of Mayor Wilson II policies, one huge issue that the people in this town clashes with are his views on the clock tower."
"Yeah, I think that's about the size of it," Marty said, smiling.