Chapter 2: The life is full of unexpected things

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After class there was an audition for the school dance. Simba and his band wanted to perform so they signed up.

"Next please," an middle aged leopard with glasses said. It was their turn. Simba was pressed against the wall with an electric guitar in his paws. He looked over the other performers nervously and climbed up on stage. His bend was already preparing their instruments.

"Okay, guys, let's rock 'n' roll," he said and positioned himself in the middle, "Alright. We're… We're the Beasts," he spoke on the mic loud enough for the old judges to hear. They all pulled their result shields in front of their faces and sighed, annoyed.

"One, two, three," the tiger on the drums exclaimed and they started to play rock music.

It's the circle of life

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

Nala was watching them with a big smile on her face and moved her body in the rhythm of the music.

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle…

"Okay, that's enough. Thank you, fellas," the same leopard said and rolled his eyes, "Hold it fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next please," he added. Simba's smile dropped and shared looks with Nala. She felt sorry for him, "Bring up next group, please," he said once more.

The audition was over and Simba and Nala decided to take a walk before going home.

"Too loud. I can't believe it," Simba said disappointed, "I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody!,"

"Simba, one rejection isn't the end of the world," Nala comforted him.

"I just don't think I'm cut out for music," he said.

"But you're good Simba, you're really good, and this audition tape of yours is great. You've gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying…" she said and pulled the tape out of her jacket.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know," he cut her off, "If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything," he quoted Rafiki. When he said that two hot lionesses passed next to them and he took one look on their behinds like any other male. Nala noticed it and grabbed his head to put it back to the right place.

"That's good advice, Simba," she said smiling seductively.

"Alright, okay, Nala. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it? What if they say I'm not good? What if they say: Get out of here, kid. You got no future? I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jeez, I'm starting to sound like my old man," he said realizing what he just said.

"Come on, he's not that bad," Nala stopped to tie her shoelaces, "At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night,"

"Check out that 4x4! That is hot!," he said noticing a Statler Toyota being driven to the car shop, "Someday, Nala. Someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake?," he said and pulled Nala up by her hand. He started to touch her gently over her stomach, "Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie underneath the starts," he added and continued to rub her stomach and now her chest.

"Stop it," Nala smiled teasingly and moved his hand away.

"What?," he replied in the same way.

"Does your Mum know? About tomorrow night?," she asked and looked him in the eye.

"No, get out of town! My Mum thinks I'm going camping with the guys! Nala, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you, and I would get a standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. I mean, look, I think the woman was born a nun," he said and threw a joke on his mother.

"She's just trying to keep you respectable," Nala said and lifted up his chin.

"Well, she's not doing a very good job," Simba smiled and put his paw around Nala.

"Terrible," she whispered seductively and their lips almost connected.

"Save the clock tower! Save the clock tower! Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock! Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since," Simba and Nala broke apart and turned around, annoyed and looking at each other, "We at the Pridelands Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage…"

"There you go, lady. There's a quarter," Simba cut her off and put the small, round piece of metal in the little box the old black panther was holding in her paws.

"Thank you," she smiled, "Don't forget to take a flyer!," she added and went to annoy other people.

"Right," Simba said and threw the flyer away, "Where were we?," he asked and looked at Nala seductively.

"Right about here," she returned the smile and moved her muzzle closer to his. They managed to keep the kiss hold on for a second, but then a loud car horn interrupted them.

"Nala!," a gentle, but still loud female voice called out of the car.

"It's my Mum. I've got to go," she said annoyed.

"Right," Simba said and nodded, "I'll call you tonight!," he yelled after her.

"I'll be at my grandma's," she said and stopped on the middle of the street, "Here, let me give you the number," she added and ran back to him. He gave her a paper to write on and a pen, "Bye," she lifted her head and finally kissed him like she was supposed to. Simba watched as her mother drove away. He took a look on the paper: I love you! 555-4823

It's the circle of life

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

He just smiled and took off with his skateboard. Again, he held on a car to be quicker.

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

The circle of life

He arrived just in time for dinner. With a big smile on his face. That smile dropped and a look of disappointment replaced him. He saw his dad's car being carried into the garage. It was crashed.

"Perfect. Just perfect," he said and reminded himself of the date he and Nala were supposed to have with that car. He just sighed and opened the front door.

"I can't believe you loan me your car without telling me it had a blind spot. Blind spot? I could've been killed!," the first thing he saw was his uncle Scar yelling at his father.

"Now, Scar, now, I never noticed that the car any blind spot before when I would drive it. Hi, son," he said and turned his head to Simba who was still standing at the front door, shocked.

"What, are you blind, Mufasa? It's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?," he yelled not paying any attention to Simba.

"Scar, can I assume that your insurance is going to pay for that damage?," Mufasa said calmly.

"My insurance? It's your car! Your insurance should pay for it! I wonder who's gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when the car smashed into me!," he pointed on the ruined Polo shirt he was wearing, "Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?,"

"Ah…" Mufasa sighed annoyed.

"And where's my reports?," he asked rudely.

"Well, I haven't finished those up yet, but I figured since they weren't due till…" Mufasa stopped when Scar pulled on his tie. Hard.

"Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Huh?," Scar said sarcastically and hit him multiple times on the head, "Think Muffy! Think!,"

"Alright," he sighed.

"I got to have time to get them retyped. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting? I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you? Would you?," he asked once more, sharply and pulled on his tie again.

"Of course not, Scar. Now, I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, look. I'll finish those reports on up tonight, and I'll run them on over first thing tomorrow, alright?," Mufasa said.

"Not too early. I sleep in Saturday," Scar said, "Muffy, your shoe is untied!," when Mufasa looked down, Scar slapped him on the nose jokingly, "Don't be so gullible, Muffy! Got the place fixed up nice, though, Muffy!," he said and made his way to the small fridge and took a beer can, "I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you got for me is light beer? What are you looking at, Dickhead?," he turned his face to Simba and yelled in his face, "Say hi to your Mum for me," he added. Scar was always in love with Sarabi and he got jealous when his brother married her.

"I know what you're going to say, son and you're right. You're right. But you Uncle just happens to be my brother and supervisor. And I'm afraid I'm just not very good at confrontations," Mufasa said with an apologizing look.

"But the car, Dad! I mean, he wrecked it! He totalled it! I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad. Do you have any idea how important this was to me? Do you have any clue?," Simba spoke up after a long period of keeping his mouth shut.

"I know, and all I can say is, I'm… I'm sorry," he pressed his paw on the chest, "Let's go. It's dinner time," he added.

"Believe me, Simba, you're better off without having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance," Mufasa said as they said down and grabbed a package of cookies.

"He's absolutely right, Simba," Simba's older brother Tojo said, "The last thing you need is headaches,"

"Kids, we're going to have to eat this cake by ourselves," Sarabi said, carrying a cake in her left paw and a glass of scotch in her right paw, "Your Uncle Malka didn't make parole again," she said and dropped the cake on the table. The cake was supposed to welcome Sarabi's younger brother Malka when he comes out of jail, "I think it would be nice if you all dropped him a line,"

"Uncle 'jailbird' Malka? He's your brother Mum," Simba said.

"Yeah. I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison," Simba's sister Shani commented.

"We all make mistakes in life, children," Sarabi said and took a sip from her glass.

"Damn, Ahadi! I'm late again!," Tojo exclaimed and stood up.

"Tojo watch your mouth!," Sarabi yelled after him, "You come here and kiss your mother before you go. Come here," she lowered her voice and pointed on her cheek.

"Come on, Mum. Make it fast. I'll miss my bus," he said and let her kiss her, "See you later, Pop," he added and tapped Mufasa on his shoulder.

"Hey, Simba. I'm not your answering service. While you were outside pouting over the car, Nala Parker called you twice," Shani said emotionless.

"I don't like her Simba! Any girl who calls up a boy is just asking for trouble," Sarabi exclaimed.

"Oh, Mum, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy," Shani said teasingly.

"I think it's terrible! Girls chasing boys! When I was your age I never called or chased a boy or sat in a parked car with a boy," Sarabi said.

"Then, how am I supposed to meet anybody?," Shani protested.

"Well, it'll just happen," Sarabi patted her paw and smiled, "Like the way I met your father,"

"That was so stupid! Grandpa hit him with the car!," she exclaimed.

"It was meant to be," Sarabi continued, "Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have been born!,"

"Yeah, well," she said, "I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street,"

"What was it Mufasa? Bird watching?," Sarabi asked her husband who was doing a cross puzzle.

"What Sarabi? What?," he quickly raised his head. She just rolled his eyes and poured more scotch in her glass.

"Anyway, your Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost cub, and my heart just went out to him,"

"Yeah, Mum, we know. You've told us this story a million times!," Shani said annoyed, "You felt sorry for him, so you decided to go with him to the Fish Under the Sea dance,"

"No. It was Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Our first date. I'll never forget it," she smiled over to Mufasa, "It was the night of the terrible thunderstorm, remember Mufasa? You father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then that I realized that I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him,"

"It's getting late, hmm, good night guys!," Simba said and remembered his duty while walking to his bedroom. 1:15 at Priderock Mall. What did he have for him this time?

This was the longest chapter I have ever written! Well, I know Tojo isn't really Simba's brother and Malka isn't really his uncle, but I had to think of suitable names :) So, tell me. What do you think? Don't forget to review! :)