Me and Rammy are all good now from Chapter 4, but she threatened another guitar duel if I put another one over on her. I was thinking of the "Pinball Wizard" record I did with Teriyaki Yoko, and thought of doing the whole album with different bands, and getting them all together for the big finale.

With that said, I went to the studio the next day with the band MilkCan. I went in first to record a song on my own, "He Was My Brother", then a bit of the "Tommy" overture.

Captain Walker didn't come home.
His unborn child will never know him.
Believe him missin' with a number of men.
Don't expect to see him again.

Lammy ended up crying again.
The band came downstairs from the booth to the stage, and I told them about my "Tommy" idea. So we recorded a couple of songs with Jack Smash in the producers' position.
We recorded "It's a Boy", "Eyesight to the Blind", "Do You Think It's All Right?", "Tommy, Can You Hear Me?", and "Miracle Cure". Then PaRappa came to visit and joined in on "There's a Doctor". Then we called it a day.

Later that night at the Texican Grill, I dug into a chicken enchilada. Everyone was talking about our recording sessions.
"So Tom said he wanted to get other bands to record the rock opera with him, and we would all get together for the big ending," said Katy.
"What's the whole Tommy thing about?" asked Paula Fox
"It's about a kid who mysteriously goes deaf and blind," I explained, "Turns out it was a mental problem, not physical, so he gets cured by the doctor and becomes famous or something."
Sunny started to cry. I think she muttered 'that poor boy' or something like that. PaRappa gave her a hug.

Then Katy changed the subject, "Hey, I got an appointment for driving lessons! I could be good as you, PaRappa!"
"Well, good luck with that," he smiled.
"When is it?" I asked
"At around five. I gotta get down there any time soon."

I looked at my watch. It was 4:30 (3:30 central time). Katy has like a half-hour to get down there. Katy stood up and headed for the bathroom. I finished my enchilada, but before I stood up to leave, Rammy stopped me.
"Could you do me a favor, Village Boy?" she said in a fake cutesy-cutesy voice.
"What is it?"
"Well, I'm getting a new bed for once, and it's supposed to be in tomorrow afternoon. Could I sleep in your bed for the night?"
She gave me puppy eyes, but how could I easily trust her? I still sorta have a grudge on her and nervous that she might do something bad to me. But then again, Lammy has her good side, and I earned her good side at the end of Chapter 4.
So I said "Okay, sure, but no heavy metal/goth behavior while at my pad."

I got up to leave for the teleportation machine. Katy followed for the driving school.
"Lemmie know how it turns out. I'm rooting for you!" I said.
Katy gave me the thumbs up, inserted a quarter, and dove right into the machine.

Nightfall came. At my pad, I was listening to my "Tommy" CD on the PlayStation, and compared it to the master tapes I recorded earlier. The phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.
"It's me" said Katy's voice.
"Oh, Hi, Katy. How'd it go?"
"I got my licensee! Now I can drive to the studio without wasting my money on teleportation fare!"
"That's cool!" then I heard the noise of the buzzer, "I gotta go. I have someone over tonight."

I hung up and went over to the buzzer, and held the TALK button.
"Rammy?
"Yep."
"C'mon up."

A la Jerry Seinfeld, I unlocked the door and opened it a crack. I turned the music down on the TV the PlayStation is hooked up to. The ram went in through the door.
"So?" she asked.
"Lemmie just wash up a bit before we hit the sack."
I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then I squealed "WOW!", and the lights went out.

The next morning, I noticed Rammy left early. I went downstairs, where Katy was waiting with her new car.
"Hey! That looks pretty cool!"
"You like it? It's a hybrid."
"I noticed. Can we pick up Lammy and head over to the studio?"
"Sure, but first, we gotta get Ma-San. She lives one building over."
I turned to the building next to me.
"The pharmacy?"
"Her father owns it."
"Oh," I smirked, "All the time, your drummer is my neighbor."

I went inside to the counter. Sure enough, it was the wimpy human teen I ran into in Chapters 1 and 3.
I was about to say hello, but then he said "You want fries with that?"
"Could you just page Ma-San?" I asked.
"You want fries with that?"
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"You want fries with that?"
I groaned, and ran outside to Katy.

"It isn't working. Could you do something?"
The cat went in and over to the teen. I followed.
"I would like to speak to the daughter of the owner of this place."
"You want fries with that?"
"AARRGGHH!" she yelled.
Then Ma-San came up and pulled her tail to get her attention.

"MAMA" she said (Here I am.)
"MAMAMAMAMAM?" I asked from behind (What's with this guy?)
"AMAMAM" she explained (He's supposed to say that. I don't know why. Ask my father.)

Well, at least we got Ma-San. Now to get Lammy.
Katy dropped me off at the building. I pushed the buzzer.
"Katy's got a new car, and is waiting for you. Are you occupied?"
"Not at all. C'mon up," said Lammy.

I head up the stairs to the apartment (I didn't use the elevator anymore-I couldn't handle another problem with Charles.) I opened the door, only to find not only Lammy, but also Rammy.
"Hello," I said with sarcasm, giving Rammy the eye.
"What's with you two?" asked Lammy.
"You didn't tell her?"
"Tell me what?"
Rammy fessed up, "I saw him naked!"
"Rammy saw me naked," I said
"I thought It was a closet!"
"Who walks into a bathroom without knocking?!"

There was a long pause

"Forget it. Let's go."

LET US NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.

So for the rest of the day, we did two more "Tommy" songs. We did the instrumental for "Sally Simpson" and Teriyaki Yoko joined in to sing lead on "Amazing Journey".

I went home and took out my last postcard.

Dear Mark,
Last night was embarrassing. Rammy's bed was being changed, and she slept over at my place. The she saw me naked. I don't think I can trust her anymore. If you find a better place for me to live, let me know. Wait, actually, never mind. I had a town in mind. I'll write you about it once I move there.
Thomas Fay

I put it in the postcard, and slept for my last night in Rodneytown.