Ok here's another one finally. i know that most of you who were following this story might have thought that I've given up on this. to tell you all the truth, i thought i might have rushed this story out without thinking about it. at first i thought that i was going for a one shot story, but for some reason i convinced myself that i could stretch it for a short story. so i'm not going to give up on it, and i'm not going to start over. i think i got a pretty dame good concept here. so i'll do my best to finish it.
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Chapter 3
Man this place is strange, but sort of in that futuristic way. When I got to Gabe's apartment last night to crash here, everything was automated. Doors open up everywhere, heck even the building he was staying in had that futuristic look to it not mention that it was a really tall to Gabe he stayed on the 300th floor of an 800 floor building. Man even the elevator was all voice action. As we went up on a rather fast elevator my ears didn't popped at all I guess they got something that prevents that as well.
I crashed in his spare room that he had. The bed was one of those slid out of the wall types. It looked small to me but it did its job as all beds do.I wake up early the next day by Gabe. He pointed me to the bathroom. Shit even the futuristic modern convince was in here as well. No knobs, all just motion or voice activation controls. Gabe then gave me some new duds to wear, since my clothes are rather out of style for like five years I clothes alone had that polyester and shiny plastic look to it, yet they were very comfortable.I sat down near the breakfast nook that Gabe had named himself. Of course Clark was also here as well. They seemed to be wearing some other kind of clothes since they weren't in their military black uniforms from yesterday.
"Ok Marty sit eat some generic flakes, because we got a lot to do today."
" Huh they taste like wheaties to me."
" Well yeah they do, they are made out of wheat," Gabe proclaimed sarcastically. "Anyways kid I need your thumb by the way."
I held out my thumb as Gabe gently took it and pressed it on the glass and plastic looking tablet I guess. It made some sort of beeping noise.
"Ok good kid, now I need you to look at this red dot ok, but keep staring at it and try not to blink ok."
It too made another beep noise as well.
"All right Marty I just created a new identity for you."" Here's a new id card so hand over any other forms of id you have and replace it with this."
I pull out my Velcro wallet took out my driver's license and school opens up first,
" hey Gabe where did you get the ID creation pad from?"
" You remember that linguistics girl I dated back in section I?"
" You mean Jane."
" Yeah I took her on a couple of dates and show her a little bit of TLC if you know what I mean."
"Oh you dog sir."
" All right Marty hurry and finish eating ok, because we got to catch flight at ten."" It's now half past nine so we got to get moving."
" Uh where are we going Gabe ,"Marty asked?
"To form a band of a life time."
"Hey wait Gabe I don't have a guitar to play with."
" Here kid you can have my LX25000."" Besides you can play it a lot better than I can."" The only thing is you got keep it charged up, but I'll show you some of the features
later since we got to go now."
Just like that we started to make our way to the airport or at least I thought it was an airport. According to Clark he told me that in the future travel to and from other destinations on earth is a lot faster and more we all boarded and fasten our seat belts, I still wanted to know where heck I was going with Gabe and Clark. "So where are we going Gabe?"
" Well if you must know I got some people that I've been watching for good while that could make the next greatest band."
"But first we got to go Germany mainly to Berlin to meet your second lead guitarist."
Whoa no way West Berlin Marty thought. It's like a dream come true, I always wanted to visit West Berlin. Some of the greatest punk bands come from West I thought would take like a few hours to get there only seemed to be about an hour. Because in one hour we touched down in Berlin. Man even the buildings here look just a futuristic as back in Hill finally made it to one the many lofts in downtown Berlin. Luckily for the rest of us this guy lived only on the second floor of a 300 story building, at least that was what I was told by Gabe. Gabe was the first to ring the door bell so to enough the door slid open as I saw a rather tall and slim blonde hair looking guy that easily towers over the rest of us. At first I thought he was just going to slam the door shut until he saw Gabe and Clark.
"Gabe and Clark it's been too long." As the tall German guy in front of us gave a smile and drew in a large hug to Gabe and Clark.
"Johann how have you been all this time," Gabe said with much happiness in his voice.
"You know how it is life has its ups and downs."" Whoa where are my manners come on in you two?" All three of us started to make our way in, until Johann stopped Marty.
"Hey is he with you?"
" Uh yeah ,"Clark said.
"Well then come on in kid."
"So what can I do for you guys?"
" Well Johann I want you to meet Marty Mcfly."" Marty this is Johann Fritz one of the best guitarist I have ever met other than you. "
"You a guitarist eh Mcfly," Johann said with a little bit of skepticism."Why don't you play me something then?"
" Uh sure what do you want to hear?"
" Just whatever you think you can play."
I take my LX 25000 turned it on and started to tune it bit myself to get the sound I wanted. When all was said and done I chose to play the opening riff to Dire Straits Money for Nothing. The thing was that once I started to play I really didn't heed any attention to Gabe, Clark, and from the occasional peeks that I took they all had very surprised and amazed looks on their faces. That even at one point Johann himself started to get his guitar out to join add a few improvised notes to my went on for about five to ten minutes just playing, mostly in tandem. When I got done the first question came into mind from Johann, was where I studied.
Of course when I replied that I was self taught he just couldn't believe it.
"What about you Mr. Fritz? "
"It's just Johanna Marty."" I study for about ten years at the university."
"Wow I never knew that you could learn to play guitar at college."
"Yeah I thought so too, but it sure beats learning Quantum nuclear mechanics."
"Uh ok I guess."" So uh Johanna can I ask you something a bit close to home?"
"Uh sure, I guess."
"So what it's like living here in west Berlin with the wall?"
" Wall," Johanna said confusingly.
"Yeah the wall. "
"What wall?"
" You know the wall that separates East Berlin with West Berlin."
I'm still getting a puzzled look from this Johanna how could he not know what the Berlin wall was, I mean you would have to live under rock to not notice it.
"The Berlin wall man."
"You know the wall that the Soviet Union put up that encloses West Berlin at Brandenburg Gate."" The wall that literally separates the communist east with the west."
"Uh I don't know what you are talking about Marty."
He then focuses his attention to Gabe. "Hey Gabe, is something wrong with Marty?"
"What, what do you mean?"
"He keeps talking to me about a wall." Gabe then focuses his attention to Marty.
"Marty what wall are you talking about?"
"You know the Berlin wall at Brandenburg gate." Just then Clark hears the very same conversation and starts to look up about the Berlin wall that Marty is talking about. Only for his eyes to widen a bit as to what Marty is talking about.
"Uh Gabe sir would you come over here for a second," Clark said nervously?
"Yeah what is it?"
"Uh you need to read this," as Clark handed the data pad to Gabe. Once Gabe read it, he finally understood what Marty was talking about.
"Uh marty can I see for a second while Clark entertains and explains a few things to Johanna over there."
"Uh sure Gabe."I follow Gabe to another room with him to see what he wanted as he closed the door to give us some privacy.
"Ok Marty there's a couple of things that I need to explain to you. ""First off the Berlin wall fell in 1989, which was little over five hundred years ago."
"You keep forgetting that you're in the future."
"Whoa no way, like how did it happen?"
"Well to put it in a nut shell the Soviet Union collapsed and communism failed entirely."" Which also freed east Europe as well." "If you haven't noticed it yet Marty the world has really changed a lot."
"So what I want you to do is, just try to keep a cool head about it."" And don't say anything about your time to anyone else."" I know you want to get back to your time, but you have to trust me on this ok." I just nod my head to enough we left to meet the others. Johanna was the first speak. "Hey Marty it's ok about the confusion your secret is safe with me."
"Well since that is settle why don't we go get our bassist next on the list," Gabe insisted.
Within thirty minutes Johanna had his stuff packed along with his guitar who was now coming along with us. Within literally a short amount of time, like maybe seven hours we made stops to Oslo Norway, Nagano Japan, and Nairobi got at least one person to come along with us at every stop with lots of excitement. Anna Olsen was our bassist she was a rather slim blonde chick who could play and lead sing really well in my opinion. The next person on our list was an African lady by the name of Faith Otieno, but she preferred we called her Fay. She mostly had a rather athletic built to herself. She was our drummer so to speak. And from the look of her guns, I would say she could play the hardest and longest.
Which Gabe approved of since he did mention that I like to play it loud and long on my guitar riffs. And finally our last person was rather skinny bald Japanese guy that went by the name of Hiro. Holly shit is all that I can say about this guy keyboard like Fay, Hiro would tear it up on the key boards. When he sampled a bit of his chops to the rest of us, it sounded more like Roundabout from Yes. None the less this guy could play.
Once when they heard me playing on my guitar for the first time, I too could notice the amazement on their faces. Which in turn cause the rest of them to improvise along with me. Even though there were no lyrics to this playing, I could tell that we all were in sync with each with Gabe and Clark who were witnessing us playing together for the first, I could tell that they were impressed. It was rather a short sample to see if we could be compatible together.
Once we were done, I was met with many approvals from my future band mates. The only question was one what should we call ourselves and two what kind of style should we play. After countless name ideas, we pretty much were they didn't go with the name of my old band the pinheads. They thought it sounded rather childish. Till Clark came up with name of his own since we all were disagreeing with every single suggestion.
"How about Sol Space," Clark blurted out.
"What was that," Marty asked out loud?
"Sol Space," Clark said loudly for everyone to hear.
"You mean like sol as the sun," Hiro suggested confusingly.
"No I mean you know the Sol System that earth is in," Clark added.
We all were pretty much quite thinking about it. When it didn't seem like that we were going with Clark's suggestion, that's when we started to silently nod to each other. "Sol Space it is Marty," said with some excitement.
"Well that settles it ,"Clark said.
"Now on with the style of music," Gabe added. "I personally think that you all should consider doing metal, but what do you all of you think?" For Marty he did like some aspects of metal, but in his heart he preferred Rock n roll.
So Marty was the first to speak up about it. "Well I was thinking that we focus on retro metal rock."" Retro metal rock," as everyone seemed confused as to what Marty was saying.
"What's Retro metal rock," Gabe asked?
"Retro as something from the past, metal as in loud and aggressive, and rock as in rock n roll type of music." Everyone around me was in some kind of deep thought as to what I suggested, but none the less they agreed to my proposal.
"Well that does sound like an interesting concept I suppose" Gabe said. "But I still don't know Marty." Marty explained his case once again to Gabe.
"Look you remember the first time I'm played to you Gabe?"
"Yeah of course, it was Chuck berry's Johnnie b good."
"Well you can call that retro right, because it's old and nostalgic right." Gabe then agreed with Marty to that aspect. "It's also consider an earlier form of rock n roll right?" Again Gabe nodded. "So that covers the rock part right."
"So when I started to improvise during the song itself which in some case I thought that I was too loud, you said you like it loud right?" Again Gabe nodded in approval." So there you go I took a song that was retro with rock elements, and added the flare of metal, especially with the riffs."
"You know Marty, I think you got something here." Even though Gabe got what I was talking about, everyone else seemed to be even more confused. So I fired up my LX25000 once again and show it to them with the added projection feature to it. And once again I play Chuck berry's Johnnie b good .Once they saw how I played it, that's when everyone started to fall in line with started to add little bit of their own flare to it to make it sound really epic, well at least to my taste. After that tune, we all started to experiment with some new sounds and melodies. I guess the great thing about it all was that I was able to fit in quite only one question that arises to me, other than trying to get back home was, how are we going to hit it big. I mean Gabe himself has such high hopes for me and the rest of us. So I was sort of at a loss as how I should address it.
So I spoke up nervously to Gabe. "Hey Gabe."
"Yeah Marty."
"I know we all sound cool and all, but how are we going to hit big?"" I mean, I really don't know the forte on how to become a big rocking success."
"Again Marty I got it covered."
"But if you all need explanations, then here it is. ""First we got get all of you housed together back in hill valley."" Next all of you need to work on creating a few rocking tracks or demo as you call it."" Next we start playing in the smaller venues first around Hill Valley. ""But our goal is the venue at the rock n roll hall of fame in Cleveland Ohio."
"Now here comes the tricky part."" Eventually you'll get noticed by ONI preferably the propaganda wing of it."" Now they are going to try and assigned you all a couple of liaisons with you."" So instead of getting the assigned ones make it dame convincing to them that you want none other than Ensign John Clark, and Lieutenant Mark Gabe."
"That's my first name in case you didn't remember."
"Why would you even think we would get noticed by ONI," Johanna insisted.
"Trust me you guys, they need all the good publicity they can get these days." "So far ONI believes that if they can get some popular upstarts, that they can win hearts and minds much easier around the inner and outer colonies."
"So far it's been a disaster for them."" None of the real popular bands here on earth and abroad wants anything to do with these guys."" Also they had bright idea of trying to home grown their own with very shitty results."
"It usually boils down to people who can play but can't sing."" Or they can sing, but their music sucks." "So gang lets pack up and get you guys acquainted with each other and plan for your inedible rise to the top." Pretty much all of us got ready to head out on a personal transport to head back to Hill Valley. Before I was about to get on, Gabe took me to the side to have a little chit chat with me.
"Hey Marty what do you think?"
"About what Gabe?"
"Duh the band that I helped put together."
"Oh well it does seem really nice and all."" I think this could work."" Anyways how long do I have to do this before I can get back home?"
"Rome wasn't built in a day Marty."" You got to give this time ok."Look it's not like that I'm using you or anything, but more or less I will find a way to get you back home."" That I promise you, in the mean time lets have some fun doing this."As Gabe threw his arm around Marty's shoulder to reassure him.
