Again...it's based off the movie. Hope you guys enjoy

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Chapter 3

"Dad….you okay?" ask John.

He helps him remove the bucket from his head. His father starts growling as tries to remove the bucket. John gets if off but his dad stumbles and hits the floor.

"Sorry" says John

His father gets up and dusts himself off. He starts complaining about the machine. It is suppose to cut wood. He wants to make it easier to cut wood but so far it doesn't work.

"Great…just great…I've spend all this week working on this thing" he dad says

"I know…"

"It doesn't work…I quit. I can't get it to work" he says "The fair is tomorrow and…and…this is not working"

"Yes it is…"

"No it won't" growls his father.

"You always say that" laughs John

"This time I mean"

"Oh dad…you are Vince McMahon" says John "You can do anything"

"Yeah…but not invent"

"Don't give up…come on…"

"No…I'm not working on it"

"You can fix it. I know you can"

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so"

"Okay…well…let's get to work"

Vince looks at the machine. He wants to keep working on it but he can never find out why it doesn't work. John looks around the machine. He hopes he can find why it isn't working. John then finds a spot. The gear is not turning like the others.

"Dad…over here" says John "What do you see?"

Vince looks at it for a long while. He finally sees it.

"Oh…"

"Come on. Go ahead and fix"

Vince goes under the machine. "Can you hand me…this tool…umm what's it called"

John gets a tool that his father made and hands it to him.

"Oh right…thank you"

John smiles as he sits down. He looks around the place. He takes out some papers and looks over them.

"Dad…?"

"Yes son"

"Do you think I'm odd?" he says

"What! My son odd" says his father. He slides out to look at him with goggles. John tries to hold in his laugh. "Where would you get an idea like that?"

John sighs "I don't know…I mean. I don't really fit in. I don't have anyone I can really talk to"

"Well…maybe later on things will change" he says "I know it"

John smiles hoping he is right.

"There…I got it"

He slides out and looks at the machine.

"Okay…let's give it a try"

John nods and stands behind his father. His dad turns on the switch and the machine starts going. His dad puts wood under the axe and he pushes the lever. The axe starts cutting the wood. It cut it through perfectly. John cheers along with his father.

"It worked!" yells John

"It did…"

"You did it…"

"I can't believe it"

"Well…believe it because it's working. You invented this"

Vince hugs his son and twirls him around. John starts laughing.

"Well son…I'm off to the fair" yells Vince.

He starts walking out but trips by one of his tools. Vince falls down.

"Ouch…" whispers his dad

John rolls his eyes and picks him up.

"Careful…"

"I'm okay" says Vince "Now! Off to the fair"

Vince runs outside to get the horse and carriage ready. John turns off the machine and waits there for a while.

"This can change everything…I hope it does"

John hears his father yell his name. He runs up to meet up with him. John sees his horse standing still while his father was trying to move him. John starts laughing again and goes help him.

"Come on…"he father yells "Your horse…is not moving"

John pets his horse. "You have to be gentle with him"

"Gentle?"

"Yes…" John pets his horse "Come on…Dallas…time to go"

The horse is black with a little bit of white. The horse is big. The horse is a Gypsy. Dallas agrees to go with John's father.

"Good boy…you are going to help my father okay"

They start packing for the fair. John helps his dad load the carriage and ties it to the horse. John gently tightens the carriage to the horse. Vince keeps packing; putting his tools in one bag. They then load up the machine. They carefully try to load it up. Once it was loaded they grab a big blanket and wraps it around the machine.

"Okay…that's everything"

"I hope so…I'm tired"

Vince rolls his eyes. "You're tired…?"

"Okay…not really"

"Good…well…let's eat" says Vince "And then I'll start heading…later today"

"Okay…"

Some time has passed. Vince is all ready to start heading to the fair. He is hoping he can get there before nighttime. He gets on the carriage.

"Well…I'm heading off now"

John nods "Be careful…"

"I will…"

Vince is about to go but John stops him.

"Wait…"

"Yes…son"

"While you are over there…can you bring me back something?"

"Like what…a guitar?"

"No…but…a rose"

"A rose..?"

"Yes…the first rose you see"

"Okay…I promise"

"Okay…"

"But…why a rose?" he ask

"Because…the rose will tell you that I'm here waiting for you"

He smiles wide "Well…you get one rose for me too…"

"I will…"

Vince jumps up and looks back at his son.

"I'll be back"

"Okay…tell me how it goes"

"I will…"

Vince let's Dallas know it's time to go. John watches his father; he keeps waving bye.

"Be careful…while I'm gone John"

"I will…Bye father"

Vince smiles as he looks ahead. John keeps watching his father is out of sight. He turns around to head back to the house. He hopes that he will be okay. The fair is only two hours away, it's not far is it. John thinks it is…but the route is short. John had never been to the fair. His father had been going for a while; but his inventions don't work. He only goes just to see others. His father gets ideas from them.

John opens the door to his house and walks inside. He sits down at the table and stares blankly at the wall. He doesn't know what to do. He takes out some papers and grabs a pen.

He thinks for a long while. He is trying to come up with words. He can't find words because he feels alone. He knows his is…well that's how he feels.

"I really am a funny boy?" whispers John wishing it's not true. People talk about him like that. He tries to ignore it but…he can't. It still hurts him.

John then starts writing on the paper.

Dive in the night…where the lights flow on the dark.
Follow the tide that leads towards the sun

John stops for a while.

Where the clouds might sing and the rain will dance alone
will dance alone

John starts at it. "Will dance alone" he says

He puts away the papers. He doesn't want to write music now. He goes to his room and sees stacks of books.

"Oh great…"

John collects them.

"I forgot to return these" he stares at the books. "I'll return them tomorrow"

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I decided to make Vince John's dad here. I know they aren't really but it's a story. I also heard that they have father/son relationship type…(But I don't know)