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Chapter Two.

From the moment Charlie had stepped into the great glass elevator with Wonka he knew the surprise was an outside activity. He had been blindfolded with a swirl patterned silk cloth. His anticipation bubbling away. It was so unlike Mr Wonka to take him on trips outside the factory that wasn't for business. He could feel Willy's warm arm up against his as they stood snugly in the gliding box. Soon enough they had smoothly landed and straight away Charlie piped up;

"Can I take the blindfold off now?" Wonka carefully ushered Charlie from the elevator and his feet felt concrete beneath them.

"Patience my dear boy…patience."

Charlie grinned widely at the how teasing the situation was. Then the warm arm of Wonka slipped around Charlie's shoulders as he was led forwards, anxious to know where he was being led.

"Now?"

"Not yeeet." Charlie could imagine Mr Wonka's beaming smile at Charlie's impatience. They came to stop. Mr Wonka's warm breath met to Charlie's ear as he leaned down to whisper to him.

"Now…."

Charlie quickly pulled off the scarf and found himself looking upon a large building, with people queuing up to get in. Wonka held up two pastel blue tickets to Charlie's eyes reading; 'Musical Concert. All the hidden talents of the town brought together at the Oracle Theatre."

It was a music concert and not just any but average people from the town, possibly people Charlie knew.

"I thought it could be quite entertaining." Wonka chuckled. "Plus you really don't get out enough."

Charlie was to eager now. He grabbed Willy by the arm and started heading towards the door, Wonka attempting to readjust his top hat from the sudden pull. Joyfully handing in the tickets, the two chocolateir's were seated in the red velvet seated halls. Charlie pointed out how Willy's coat matched the furniture exactly. They received a mixture of looks from the public; some with admiration and some with disapproval. But Wonka's over confident character gave support to Charlie. Willy even whispered comforting words to the apprentice every now and again.

"Just ignore them, they don't understand what it's like to be original. Their all just clones of one another…" The two looked about. A group of giggling teenage girls sat on the front row. All with peroxide blond hair and thick make up.

"Being normal is far to over-rated…" Wonka said confidently in a louder voice, causing the strict looking man beside him to shift in his seat. Suddenly there was a drum roll, the theatre hushed and the lights dimmed. Charlie keenly linked his arms around Wonka's right one, nearly bouncing in his seat. It was on such few occasions that Charlie got to go out. He remembered his last outing being a walk in the park. And even that was nearly four months ago. He had never expected to be sitting in a theatre with Mr Wonka, the reclusive, society hating, eccentric chocolateir.

A loud voice boomed from the speakers; "Ladies and Gentlemen please give a warm round of applause for the opening band; Dreamcatcher!"

The audience clapped loudly, some even wolf whistling. The curtain rose and revealed a goth looking band, all adorned in black and heavy makeup.

Wonka gave his delighted laugh at their image, he was going to find the whole event overly amusing. But the main joy came from seeing Charlie so happy, it warmed his heart.

After many acts of dance, classical, punk, rap and even polka the last band stepped up. A drummer, two guitarist and a singer. The singer was young man around Charlie's age; sparkling tropical blue eyes and sandy brown hair, tied back into a loose ponytail. Charlie felt something stir inside him at the sight of this man, an odd force he couldn't explain, but it caused him to sit a bit further forward on his seat.

"Thank you…" the lead singer spoke with a calm and enchanting voice. "This song is called "Sweetest Dreams."

The song was a gentle tune, like soft and charming mantra. And the lead singers voice was like honey, his eyes closed as his passion went into his singing.

Glancing to the side, Wonka noticed Charlie's entranced expression; unblinking. Willy attempted to hear what Charlie was hearing from the song; but it simply sounded like all the other bands they had seen in the evening. Though the drummer looked oddly familiar. But he couldn't quite place his gloved finger on who it was.

Charlie felt a sense of catharsis as the song ended, closing his eyes and taking in the last note for all it was worth.

The crowd remained still for a moment the burst into loud sounds of approval. Charlie excitedly joined in. He even got to his feet and clapped. The lead singer's blue eyes met with Charlie's. They connected over the distance. But soon the other members of the audience had taken example of Charlie and risen to their feet, blocking Charlie's view of the stage. Wonka remained seated, picking pieces of dust off his top hat that he held in his lap. The curtains closed and people began to file out. Charlie fell back into his seat, still in his own world.

Wonka looked about himself, waiting for his apprentice to snap from the trance. He gave a small cough and rapped his fingers on the top of his hat. Charlie couldn't explain what is was about that band. Something magical about them. Especially that main singer.

"Wow…"

"Yeah, 'Wow'" Wonka replied, On the same mock excitement note he continued. "Okay, let's get outta here."

He stood up to his tall height, popping his hat back onto his neatly cut auburn hair. Charlie slowly rose too and followed out Wonka absentmindedly.

"They were so good…" He said quietly on their advance back to the elevator, Wonka's pace much quicker.

"Hmm? Oh yeah the bands. Very good."

"No no," Charlie shook his head. "Just that last one. Their words, wow. And their pace and- Oh my gosh!"

Wonka jumped clutching his cane close to him at the sudden burst of noise from Charlie. "It's them!" Charlie suddenly disappeared from Wonka's side, leaving him disoriented for a moment; madly twisting around to see where Charlie had gone. He spotted him standing over by a group of men his own age. The last band. Charlie was eagerly talking to the main singer, though the sign of blushing was evident on his paling cheeks. But Charlie was Wonka's friend, Wonka's heir…Wonka's Charlie. The Willy felt something he hadn't felt for years. He didn't know what it was. It was a strange emotion that begin in the bottom of this stomach that was twisting and riving. His brain was hot and his heart thundering. This odd emotion was a horrible feeling. It bit him at the very core. Then it struck him. Was Willy Wonka feeling the untameable sensation of jealous.

The way Charlie was conversing with the other boys. The drummer seemed to have walked off, not wanting to stay in the conversation. It was painful though when one of the guitarists pulled up a lapel on Charlie's jade jacket with a questioning look. At the action Charlie blushed deeply, laughed nervously and removed the jacket, stuffing it under his arm. Wonka felt the same as the coat; crushed. With a remorseful look Wonka retread back into the great glass elevator and sorrowfully ran a single finger around the many buttons. His violet eyes losing their sparkle and his smile faded.

Maybe this present hadn't been the best idea….and little did Willy Wonka know that it was soon to get worse and how much it would affect his and Charlie's relationship.