Prologue

In 1989, the U.K. was adapting musical styles relating to each decade. The 90's were about to start, and artists were getting ready for the new period. Rap, Electronic, Pop; genres transforming according to the era. Every musician was laboring its own manner, making the archive larger and with much variety.

But the most important thing was Alternative Rock; this sort was getting each time more popular and better, giving inspiration to a lot of young souls who were dreaming for being recognized around the world. But not everyone has the same chance for it, many have the luck of becoming famous at their first single, EP, album, or even first time they sing or compose. While most need to work a lot for reaching their goals.

I know, I know, you may think this doesn't have to do with the narration, but writing isn't really my thing. My familiars are so obsessed with giving advices and life reflections, so I couldn't miss the gamble.

Returning with the story.

At the same year, there was a group of guys from twenty-and a-catch years old, forming their own band at the Heavy Metal style. Their sessions were way too lousy; they had to practice at someone's house. Bad thing's most of the neighbors were just a ton of oldies criticizing the new music (for their time, not mine).

- Y'all suck!

- Our music is a million times better!

- That's a bad example for our new generations!

Even I don't use that language… Well, those were the most common comments they received. The youth men just wanted to express themselves with music, but remember people in this world are pretty stolid and bigot.

-Who's going? –one of them asked. The four played Rock, Paper & Scissors, and the loser was the bassist.

- How am I gonna tell those dorks to go away? –he asked furiously.

His friends were laughing at the situation.

- Chill, dude –the guitarist said- They won't understand what ur saying.

The guy had to face the people, as he was saying: "Sorry for the inconvenience, but we can change place if you want". He found this phrase quite hard to pronounce.

Besides the not-so glad request, the oldies agreed and start talking between them. Except for an old man who threw a stick at his eye.

- You guys are insane –said the bassist mad with his black eye at his partners.

- Don't believe me? You need to see yourself next to them –said another one grinning.

- How about a drink? –one of the guys questioned.

- Count me in.

The young man, although they made fun of him, he was used to it and laughed with them. He accompanied them.

It was around middle night, early time for them to at least have a break.

By 2 or 3 AM, all the guys were at their houses excluding the bassist. Sleepy and looking around, he leaved the place. He walked by a foggy but lit street where he has been before. At almost the way's end, there was a park that was absolutely full six hours ago.

The drunk guy simply sat on a bench next to a rock road and a small artificial lake. He was sitting there, thinking about life just like I do when I want to study. After fifteen minutes, he was too tired to return to his house, he didn't find his keys in his pockets turning him disappointed… He fell asleep.

As he tried to open his eyes, he found himself with that annoying, shiny ball people call the Sun. His sight was really feeble from waking up. He looked at his abdomen to see a small squirrel eating there. He bumped observing the small animal, both living beings screamed freaked out. He wrathfully took the animal and threw it away.

His sulky attitude reflected as he turned around for a bunch of women talking about their families, kids messing around, girls playing with dolls…

Oh gee.

He rubbed his greasy hair as he tried to get up from his temporary bed.

- Wot a hassle –he said hoarsely as he stood up from the bench.

The sun was shimmering at 9 AM, a baby was playing with a plush near mud, a dog running, two girls playing with dolls… He hated kids and yet he recalled of always carrying a contraceptive before going to a party, he he.

While putting his jacket on, he heard another kid, this time like pushing something or depositing strength at the GYM (he, I'm trying to put humor here, you know).

What was he or she doing? The guy faintly bowed his head gently gawking at a kid meters away from him. The voice sounded feminine, but as the young man turns he noticed it was a boy who was standing on his tiptoes.

The kid looked about 10 years old, brown straight hair and medium-heighted. He was trying to grab a freesbe from a tall tree, his arms were kind of long, but the plant's height was much superior.

The young man looked at the child for a few seconds; he bit his tongue while looking at him (not in a pedophiliac way). The infant sure looked inpatient as he groaned a few times after frustrating.

The guy couldn't resist himself while seeing him, he felt his emotions getting excited and walked to him. He stood on his tiptoes, too, and he grabbed the freesbe as he heard the kid's petty gasp.

-Here's yewr damn toy.

-Thanks, sir! -he said with a child's innocence. The kid sweetly smiled as he took his freesbe

The young man could receive a little bit from the kid's good humor for his day; he beamed with a stone heart having almost no change.

- Yewr welcome, kiddo.

The kid asked him if he was okay for noticing eye bags on his face, the man simply answered he was fine not really doing what his phrase said.

- Just leave me alone, kid. I've got better things to do.

- But sir, you look REALLY exhausted –the kid stood out that word in capital letters- Are you sure you're okay?

- Nyeh. I'm alright. Don't worry. Anyway, y' are yew hea so early? –the question was spilled out of his mouth without thinking about it.

- Oh, my family and I are getting busy this morning. We've got lots of spending to do, and so I can't stay home alone.

- Is yewr family hard-workin'?

- Yeah, sort of.

The young man was sustaining a warm conversation with the boy, who honestly looked sinless and transparent. Everyone knows that rule of "not talking to strangers", yeah, that simple instruction has saved my life countless times, but the man didn't have any wicked purposes on conversing with him.

He didn't want to ask him everything about his day, but at least be able to meet someone different at the time. The minutes were proceeding while they were increasing the parley, the air was getting fresh and clouds came for 11 AM's volley.

- So kiddo, are yew ready for tha rainfall?

- Yeah. My mom brought me a new coat for today.

- Heh, nice for yew –he pointed with his finger at the tot.

As they still gabbed, a woman formally dressed was walking by, twirling her head at both sides. She was pursuing for her child, who was exactly this boy.

- Son! –called the lady- we're getting late! Where are you?

- Coming mom! –the kid glanced at the man one last time. He grabbed his hand and shook it.

- It was really nice to have this chit-chat with you, sir. But I gotta go. See you later! –the kid ran away leaping as the first water drops fell.

He saw this kid's mother taking out the raincoat he told the man about, it was from a dark turquoise with white stripes around it, she gave it to him and he put it on.

The lady observed her son holding his head; she placed her hands on the kid's chin and cheek. She had a big and lovely smile on her mouth, her son sure looked eager with the affection she was giving to him. She took out an umbrella and opened it covering the kid and herself as they walked away from the park. The man could listen from far way their voices having another talk between them, he had no idea of what they mentioned, but the love among mother and son provided him a melancholy deliberation.

Although the last argument, the man was still having a sweet flavor from the infant's behavior. The day was just starting, so he thought about not expiring the small amount of good humor he had from the morning. He couldn't get out of his head one of the only times he has ever been nice, it was like passing by a street full of fast cars covering the eyes … No time to remember those traits. Let's get going, you punks.

The man returned home, the approach wasn't long as he expected to be. His house was somewhat battered, but he most of the time felt cozy there. Paint falling from the walls, broken vent pipes, an antenna T.V., everything an unattached and single man needed for his life. He smelled the room and beamed as he positioned the first steps inside. Nothing like home!

He realized a chair was missing, he'll maybe report it later. There was nothing relevant that day, all was calm and quiet, he turned on his record-player, listening to a soft rock album. It was time to relax after a long road back home, as the clouds overlaid the clear blue sky; he closed his windows laid-back.

*crack!*

A window broke as a football dashed by.

- Dammit kids! Yew'll pay for this!

A small squirrel on a tree near his house started to giggle lowly as he yelled to the people outside from his front door.