I am so excited to share with you Part Two in "This Crazy World." If you haven't read Part One, please do! Though, if that's too much to ask, it wouldn't be too horrible if you started off in Part Two. This is a spoof/satire of Josh Groban and his Grobanites. I like to call it quirky, and many find it funny. Check it out, and leave reviews if you like it! –MEF

He awoke suddenly from an awful dream. His face was moist with sweat – no, tears.

"Save me!" he cried out into the empty room.

His bedroom was of medium size with one large bay window next to his bed. It was a sunny morning with lots of promise for a good day, but Josh didn't notice as he climbed out of bed.

He also didn't notice Lindy, his mom, poking her head up next to the window.

"Knock, knock! Good morning, Josh!"

"Ahhh!!" he screamed. "What did I do? Who is it? Please don't hurt me!!" He spun around to look at his bedroom door, which was forced closed by one of his desks. No one was there. "Am I going insane?" he said to his mirror.

Lindy knocked on the glass again, louder this time. "Josh, its Mom! I'm not going to hurt you, silly"

Josh heaved a heavy sigh and sat on the window seat. "Mom," he spoke while opening the window, "you scared me! I almost had a heart attack. Don't do that to me." He took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyes.

"Josh, please unlock the front door. Or at least give me a key to your new lock. I wouldn't have had to scare you if you weren't so paranoid. Besides, I have a gift for you."

"Really? What is it? Can I have it now?"

"Honey, it's in the car. Move the desk from your bedroom door," she glanced at her sons bare legs, for he was wearing only plaid boxers, "get some clothes on, and then let me in. And if you promise me that you'll eat some breakfast, then I will give you your gift." He's getting so skinny, she thought to herself. I've tried to fatten him up, but he just won't eat. Oh well, he always was on the smaller side.

Lindy walked back to her car, excited to give Josh his gift. She hoped – she prayed – that this would change Josh's life. Ever since he found out that he wasn't Rosa Marie's father he had been severely depressed, and, in her motherly opinion, a little psychotic. He began having nightmares immediately after Rosa's birth. He also stopped eating, became paranoid about having all of his doors and windows locked at all times, and he never listened to music. Never. It reminded him too much of what could have been. More than anything Josh wanted a child prodigy who he could train in the ways of music. He planned voice lessons, piano lessons, drum lessons, and even violin lessons; but that dream ended last December.

Lindy waited outside Josh's front door for twenty minutes before knocking. He had removed the doorbell so that all that was left was a small square hole with wires poking out of the siding. She hid his gift in a box behind one of the front bushes.

Eventually Josh came to the door. I bet it took him so long because he had to remove a bunch of junk from the behind the door, she thought.

"Hi honey, give me a hug." They embraced tenderly, like a toddler hugging its teddy bear.

"I don't have anything for breakfast, so I have to break our agreement." He didn't seem too disappointed.

"That's okay, I brought some cereal."

He suddenly remembered the gift, "When can I see what you brought for me?" His eyes perked up a bit.

"Just as soon as you let me inside. Oh Josh, you are going to love it! Come on; let me in so I can put down my purse. Okay, now sit on the sofa while I go get it." Josh shuffled to the couch. He was wearing loose fitting jeans and a blue shirt that said "Idaho? No, Udaho." He sat on the sofa and adjusted his glasses again.

"Okay, Josh, meet your new…

"Puppy!! It's a puppy!" Josh leapt to his feet and immediately grabbed the dog from Lindy's arms. "It's a puppy! My own puppy!" He closed his eyes and breathed in the dogs scent. "My puppy," he whispered.

"Whatever are you going to name it?" Lindy asked.

"I don't know, I like the name puppy."

"Josh, 'puppy' isn't a suitable name. Why don't you name it after something that you love? Maybe…" she paused, hoping he wouldn't freak out for mentioning music, "maybe after a song."

He seemed to have not heard her, but then suddenly snapped up, "I'll name him Sweeney! After Sweeney Todd! I love that musical. The demon barber of Fleet Street!! They went to their maker impeccably shaved! Beadle, beadle. Where are you, Beadle?" He sang.

"Suit yourself," Lindy picked up a couple boxes of cereal and went to the kitchen.

"Mom, where are you going?" Josh panicked.

"I'm in the kitchen," she called out. "Come and get your breakfast." She glanced into his fridge and noticed a dozen eggs, bacon, and bread. So he doesn't have anything for breakfast, eh? What a stinker.

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