Chapter three is already here! Enjoy!

March 29th, 2017

Dear kid,

I'm dead. And that's pretty obvious, considering you're reading the note I wrote you for- well, when I die. I digress.

I know you go by Linka Moon (still a stupid name) now, but I want to make this note personal, since you've been such a good friend and protege all these years. Luna Loud, I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on you that you were going to be the next Jimi Hendrix. I knew you'd get better than me one day, and I sincerely believe you did, and I couldn't ask for more. The way you play rock and roll makes me proud. I'd almost consider you a third daughter (granted, I love Ingred and Aloha with the bottom of my heart, nothing can ever reach the level of love I have for them and my wife, but you already knew all that).

Luna, you have a lot of potential, you were nineteen when I wrote this, and I'm sure you've grown into a magnificent, strong, grown woman. Which is why, now that I'm dead, I've giving to you, the guitar I used when I recorded Johnny B. Goode. Treat her well, just like she's treated me all these years. But I trust you can do that, considering you still have your purple axe, and it's still in amazing shape (at the time I wrote this, that is).

Luna, I wish you one final goodbye, and one final thank you, for being the friend that you've been.

P.S. -That Zack guy is an odd fellow, but a nice one, I believe his drumming abilities will complement your guitar skill. You two will go far and I know it.

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Ten years. It had really been ten years since I met the one and only Chuck Berry. Those ten years were all pretty good ones. My music career took off, I was makin' bank, and I loved my band; and it's all thanks to him. I really owe him everything… He died on March 18th, 2017. Just eleven days short of the tenth anniversary of when he basically became my teacher.

Chuck was a good friend. He gave me money for an apartment, he gave me a job and got my career started. Not just that, but he was just always there for me when I was having a hard time. And for all that, I miss him. I miss my friend…

After his funeral, the band and I weren't really up to playing anything. The band and I just sat onstage in Blueberry Hill in silence.

"This is bogus, man…" Pete stated aloud. The three others in the room (including me) looked back at him. "... Chuck was like, our mentor, and now he's dead." He continued in his stoner voice.

"This is fucked! What are we gonna do now? Chuck was the one who taught us everything we knew about being awesome!" Zack chimed in.

"And he was our manager! What are we gonna do without him!?" Kyle added.

"Guys, chill out. Chuck died, and that's all there really is to it. He was my friend, and I'm bummed out too, but we can't let this get us down! It's like Chuck always told me, 'doing something you enjoy will always help you move past it'. I smiled, fondly remembering when Chuck first gave that valuable piece of advice. "If we all get our heads together and play like it's any other day, that pain'll go away, at least, for a moment."

"And that is where I come in!" A man in a dark black suit and a sunglasses walked in. He had a receding hairline and a Cuban cigar in his mouth. He walked towards us and took the cigar out of his mouth and carelessly exhaled, causing smoke to get into Zack's face, making him cough. "I'm guessing you're the famous Linka Moon?" He turned to me and smiled an odd smile.

"Y-yeah… Who's askin'?"

The man pulled out his ID and showed it to the four of us.

"Keice Berginger, and I plan to make stars out of all of you."

"How so?" Kyle skeptically stood up and glared at the mysterious man.

"I'm your new manager, that's how."

The room fell silent. All of us looked at him with various emotions going through our heads.

'Already? But Chuck just died.' I thought.

"I know your old manager just died and all," his silver tongue worked its way into our minds and our hearts. "But I think, like Linka here said, all you need is to play more music!" He grinned a greedy, sinister grin as his convincing words twisted and embedded themselves into our minds. "I've already got the tour planned, so clear your schedules, because in one week, we head out!" He clapped his hands together. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." He tossed us a few t-shirts and left.

I walked over and picked up the shirt. It was black and had our logo on the chest area. The bottom half was filled with the four of us with our instruments. We were all wearing black ties that had been cut in half with scissors. Below was a phrase.

"Cutting ties?" I read aloud.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Zack asked as he too, picked up a shirt.

I turned the t-shirt over and looked at the back. Just as I'd thought, the cities were listed on the back.

"Cool, we're goin' to LA! I heard the chicks there a smokin'!" Kyle stated.

"Yeah, and we usually don't go anywhere outside the midwest." Zack added.

Los Angeles… San Francisco… I read to myself while the others talked about the upcoming cities. I was nearing the end when I read … Minneapolis… Chicago… I paused at the next city. Chuck never made them play there. Never, not in a million years. And now I had to play there next Spring.

"Hey, has anyone else noticed this is the first time we're playing in Detroit?" Pete questioned.

Ah, yes, Luna will eventually have to play in her home town. What will happen when she returns home? Stay tuned, because there's going to be a decent bit of story in between here and there.

What's the deal with this mysterious new manager? Well, the idea for him comes from the Pink Floyd song Have a Cigar. It's a pretty good song on a legendary album.