"Oh, my God."
"Look at the size of that!"
"It all looks so delicious."
"This is the longest buffet I've ever seen!"
"This is even bigger than that one we ate at in Moscow. Remember?"
"Yeah. We got kicked out of that place, didn't we?"
"Indefinantly."
"Shall we?"
"Yes we shall."
Paul and Christoph took up their trays and got in line at the buffet. They knew that they were keeping their identities on the down low. But they didn't really mind waiting in line. For them it was worth they wait. The longer their meal was post-poned, the better it would taste. The line scooted and they scooted. It would be a very long wait.
When at last their trays were full of meats, pastries, and fish, they took their seats at a predesigntated. Their trays stacked high with food looked so beautiful they didn't want to disturb it.
"I can't," Paul said.
"Yeah... It all looks too great."
"Should we say Grace?"
The two men looked at eachother with faces full of indecidion. Then they both just let the laughter flow out of them like rivers.
"'Grace'," Christoph laughed.
"Good bread, good meat, good God, lets eat!"
"They said the waterfall would be around here," Oliver said.
"Why are you so interested in that place anyway?"
"Waterfalls are very spiritual places. And it's not really the waterfall I want to go to. It's the lake it's creates."
"And you're staying there?"
"Yeah. You can do whatever you want. I just want to swim."
Ollie and Flake had detatched themselves from the other 4 bandmembers to take a more peaceful and laid back look at the island. Everyone else wanted to party and have fun. But the bassist and Keyboarder had exploration on their minds. Flake wanted to do some hiking and birdwatching. And then he wanted do dive through one of the many reefs that surrounded the island. Ollie had heard of a very popular waterfall that wasn't too far from the island. The chances that it would be deserted were good seeing as one had to hike through the forest and rocks to get to it. Most people swam in the easily accessable pool that was right out their door.
"Oh!" Flake stopped. "Hold on."
Ollie looked back at him to see his friend looking into the sky. When he joined him he saw that he was really looking up at a tree. The keyboardist took a book from his pocket and marked off the bird. "D'jew see it?"
"See what?"
"That Macaw."
"I didn't see anything... In fact, I'm pretty sure you didn't see anything either."
Flake grinned and continued ahead, now with Oliver behind. "You're cheating on your bird-watching aren't you?" he asked.
The man ahead of him still wore his big grin as they ventured deeper into the forest.
"So what are you gonna' do?" Richard asked.
Till walked back inside the suite from the balchony. This wasn't his room, but Richard's. Since they had an entire floor to themselves, they got to use their own beds. Unlike some unpleasant experiences in the past.
"I plan to sleep," he said, falling to his bed face first.
"That's it?" Richard asked. "We have a whole island to mess around on and a whole resort under our fingertips... And you're going to sleep?"
Till's face was oppisite Richard, who was standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes were closed as he said, "Just a nap."
"You really shouldn't have stayed up so late watching the Bleach marathon last night."
"..."
"Didn't you get enough sleep on the plane?"
"..."
Richard put his right foot on the mattress and began pushing it up and down. "Till?" he said.
Snore.
"Okay, then."
"Hi," said the waitress, "and welcome to the Louou Resturant."
"Memm-mwow," Christoph said, his mouth too full to speak.
"Yo," Paul said, sipping his Coke.
"I see you boys are taking naturally to the buffet. Is there anything else I can get you?"
Christoph swallowed and said, "There sure," Gasp "is. Do you have any of that Poi stuff?"
"Yeah," Paul said. "I've always wanted to try that."
"And those fruits that are shaped like stars."
"Star fruit?" she asked.
"That's what they're called?" Paul asked
"And do you have any of those little cake thingies?" Christoph said. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger to show her.
"Oh! Yeah. I like those." Paul smiled as he, too, made little circles with his fingers. "About three dozen of those."
"Aaaaannnnd..." Christoph looked up and down his menu and said. "And one of those fishes with the really long noses."
"A whole one," Paul put in.
"Wow," the Hawaiin waitress wrote down 'WHOLE' swordfish. "You boys sure have a talent for eating. I wonder what other talents you have..." she said with a flirting air.
"Well, actually..." Christoph said. "We're in a ban-"
"-Bad fit of hunger." Paul finished for Christoph before he could blurt out that fact that they were celebrities. "Could we get that fish now?"
The woman looked back and forth between the guitarist and drummer. "On it's way," she said. They both watched her go as she dissapeared into the crowd.
When she was out of sight, Christoph said, "Wow! The food isn't the only delicious thing around here."
"Do you not relize what you have almost done?" Paul asked. Subconciously, he held his knife and fork threateningly.
The man across the table from him paused with a crab leg in his mouth and looked to the ceiling in consentration. Then he spat out his food and gasped. "Holy crap..."
"Yeah," Paul crossed his arms. "You damn near-"
"-We forgot to ask for refills!"
"Excuse me," Richard asked one of the waitresses. "But have you seen a man about six feet tall, with a slightly balding head? Always looks a little mad?"
"Hmm..." She put a finger to her chin and looked at the hair just above her eyebrows. "Well, there are a lot of people here that look like that..."
"Okay. What about a slightly taller guy? Long buz cut? Prominant nose?"
The waitress turned around and looked at the room full of eaters. Richard leaned to the side and looked around her. There were a lot of people. And he could already see a few guys roughly matching Paul's and Christoph's description. The waitress looked back at him and said with a smile, "Do you see them?"
Richard sighed. "No..."
"I'm sorry I can't help you. I wish I could stay and get you to your friends but I have a lot of orders to fill... Sorry."
She was about to walk away when Richard stopped her by saying, "Would it help to ask who the biggest eaters in this room are?"
The Hawaiin waitress spun around, causing her grass skirt to flare out around her. She said, "Oh yeah! Now that you mention it, those two guys look a lot like your friends. They've been eating everything we throw at them!"
"Yep. That sounds like them." Leave it to Christoph and Paul to get you kicked out of an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet for eating too much. "Could you show me where they're sitting?"
"We're almost there," Flake said. "I can hear water."
"Screw walking!" Oliver shouted. He jumped ahead of the slow-poke in front of him. He was quickly lost from the man's site. Flake felt like leaving his friend here and not changing his path at the waterfall his friend so wanted to swim in. But if he wanted to make it to the slope of the mountain, he had to pass it. He sighed. It was hard being Flake.
It took him a lot longer to get there. He thought the waterfall was loud before, but even after five minutes of brisk walking, the sound was loud enough to make him think that, were he blindfolded, one more step would put him in water. the ground was damp and the air smelled of rain. But it still took him another two minutes until the waterfall was at last at his feet.
It was a very pretty sight. He stood at the south-east corner of the lake, north being where the 50 foot waterfall came crashing down. The large pond didn't cover the large and jaged gray rocks that surrounded it, as a river oppisite the falls led the water away, probably to the ocean. The whole thing was visible from where he stood But Oliver Riedel was no where to be seen.
Flaked sighed. With his staff, we navigated his way through and over the rocky shore of the pond. Many times he almost slipped on the dew-covered surfices of the ancient stones. A few times he actually did. He regained his footing quickly and looked around. He didn't see anybody. No one saw him. He continued he journey to the waterfall.
When at last he made it to the falling river, he found a backpack, shirt, shoes, pants, and one sock. Then, over the exploding water, he found a voice.
"Hey!" it yelled. Flake looked behind him, expecting to find his lost band member. But no one was there.
"Hey!" it called again. Flake lifted his sunglasses and surveyed the entire pond and surrounding forest, but still saw no one. Then he heard a splash.
He looked to see the water splash just 10 meters from where he stood. It was too close to the waterfall for him to see what was under the surfice. Anywhere else in the pond, you could see all the way to the buttom. But this close to the downward river, bubbles and turbulance obscured anything there.
"Gha!" Flake cried out in surprise as he saw Oliver's head break the surfice only two meters away.
"Didn't you hear me?" he said.
Flake looked up at the top of the waterfall. It fell from a ledge. The wall he was standing next to went straight up and was covered in the same type of rock on with he stood. It looked quite treacherous but a man with muscle and determination could scale it in a matter of minutes.
He looked back at his partner, who was now climbing out of the water, and stammered, "You... You climbed all the way...?"
Oliver pulled himself onto the rocks and spat out a mouthfull of water. Though all of his clothes and objects were at his feet, he still had on his boxers. "And jumped," he said. "Didn't you see?"
"No." Flake said. "I was too busy looking for whoever was calling to me... That was you wasn't it?"
"I guess you didn't hear me," Ollie said as he backed into the water. "You coming?"
"Hell, no. I'm going up to the slope of the mountain."
He turned away and, once again, utilized his staff to safely get over the boulders. Behind his back, over the sound of the crashing water, heard, "Seeya!"
Without turning around, Flake raised his hand in response. He couldn't take his concentration off of the rocks below his feet in fear of dying.
Ana: So why did you want to get to that waterfall so bad?
Oliver: It's just so peaceful there. You can float around, and-
Flake: You could have just as easily done that at the resort! They even have their own man-made waterfall built in!
O: It's no where near the same! It's the surreality of the surroundings that makes the real thing so much better.
F: There are so many better things to do at a Hawaiin resort than float on water!
O: Did you actually do it?
F: What difference does it ma-
O: Looks at both of us Did either of you actually stand still for a change and swim next to that waterfall?
a: Shake
F: Hell no.
O: Well, then you shouldn't judge something without expieriencing it.
F: Yells something in german at the other man, who starts yelling german back at him.
a: Guys... Guys! Our fans only speak english...
O: Let me ilistrate my point. Looks around That's a very nice camera you've got there. Looks new. Would you mind if I just-
a: No! No way am I going to- HELL NO!