Iris Chapter 14, a bluey fanfic

Author's Note: Hello Everyone! I wanted to say thank you for reading my latest Bluey story, as well as leaving a review! I do apologize for the late delays and the hold overs, due to last year's holidays and of course life altogether. However, I assure you I'll continue with this story and updates will come forward. Enjoy the latest Chapter!

I woke up in the morning, as if I had forgotten the excitement from the night before. It was more likely that I fell asleep on the ride home, just like my cousins. I looked at my phone to see it was Saturday. Quickly, I was able to get up and get ready, before the my sleep alarm went off. Just as soon, as I finished... I peeked to see the cousins still asleep at peace. Even before I headed towards the stairs, my Uncle and Aunt's bedroom were open too. Apparently, Uncle Bandit sleeps more loudly than anybody I know. Especially, he snores loud. I peeked at my phone and it was fifteen before seven.

Quietly, yet quickly, I was able to descend the stairs and head for the door. Just as soon as I hopped into my truck and set my guitar in the back... I was ready to make another journey to work. After starting up the truck, I was able to turn on the radio. Right before we left from Grandpa Mort's, he gave a CD of Cat Stevens Greatest Hits. When I pulled out and began to drive for The Markets, I skipped the tracks to the song that Grandpa Mort helped me find. When the song played, I couldn't help but sing...

Don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by
Don't wear fear or nobody will know you're there
Just lift your head and let your feelings out instead
And don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by

On by, on by
On by, on by, on by
On by, on by
On by, on by

You know, love is better than a song
Love is where all of us belong
So don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by
Don't wear fear or nobody will know you're there

You're there, you're there
You're there, you're there, you're there
You're there, you're there
You're there, you're there

Don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by
And don't wear fear or nobody will know you're there
Just lift your head and let your feelings out instead
No, don't be shy, just let your feelings roll on by

On by, on by
On by, on by, on by
On by, on by
On by, on by

The drive didn't even take long when the time hit 7:15 a.m. I noticed that cars were lined up to enter inside the parking lot. Just as soon, as I pulled up the checkpoint, I was asked about my presence. I informed the parking attendant that I'm here for a interview by Busker, who works on stage in The Markets. It was until someone came up and informed the attendant that I was being interviewed. After a short brief persuasions, he was able to allow me to proceed inside. After parking and ventured inside The Markets, I was able to find the stage. From the time I entered and arriving at the meeting spot, I was about ten minutes early. It gave me enough time to do a final practice. When I was practicing, I couldn't help, but sing to myself. As I was doing my third practice, I spotted a Irish Terrier with glasses was heading towards me. Just show I could play, I continue with the song, until I finished the last chord.

As soon as I was finished, I looked up. He gave me approving look, yet friendly gesture. "You must be Andy, right?"

"Yes sir." I set my guitar down and shook his paw in greeting. "You must be Busker?"

"In the flesh." he joked.

I chuckled a bit. "I was here a little early and I wanted to practice a bit, before you came. Actually, it may defeat the purpose I noticed you coming over. I just wanted to play it through."

"No worries, mate." Busker replied back, as he was setting his equipment down. "I noticed you were just pulling in too, as I was in line. I had someone say you're clear to enter our lot."

"I appreciate it, thank you." I thanked him. "It's a nice layout here. I even came over a few short days ago to scout out and look around."

"Yeah, it's lively. Especially, on a good weekend. Saturday's people come in loads, and Sundays are bit more quieter." he stated.

"I see."

"How about another song?" Busker suggested. "You have any other songs that you might know."

"I do in fact." I picked up my guitar. "I started practicing other songs I listen to, ever since I was given this guitar."

"Who gave it to you, mate?"

"My extended grandfather, Grandpa Bob." I replied, as I started tuning and warming up the chords.

"Cheers, righto."

"This one particular, makes me think of home, time to time." I was ready for a second song.

It's a 3 day drive if she drives all night
Says she's leavin' at the crack of dawn
Well she might still be lyin' here with me
But in her heart she's already gone
Already packed up, the altimas gassed up
She's done put the map up there on the dash
I'm all tore up just tryin' to man up
Dammin' these tears up but can't hold 'em back

Cuz she's in love with California
And that west coast sunshine dream
These ain't no Hollywoods
And these hills ain't Beverly
Ain't no beaches on these backroads
No sunset on the boulevard
She's in love with California
And breakin' my heart

Got a waitress job waitin' in an ihop
Throw a rock and hit universal city
Got a glamour shot in her hip pocket
Hopin' somebody'll think she's pretty
By this time tomorrow she'll hit Colorado
I'll be drownin' my sorrow in a bottle of Beam
Before she hits flagstaff maybe she'll backtrack
But I wouldn't bet that if I was me

I eventually stopped, because I than thought about home. With some short breaths in and out, I was able to compose myself.

"Aren't you the one, who came here with your folks?" he questioned. I nodded in return. "From California?"

"Yes... I was here with my folks awhile back for a summer vacation and spend time with our extended family, The Heelers."

"The Heelers?! Wow, I was the DJ for one of their weddings!" he exclaimed.

"For Rad and Frisky's wedding."

"Well I be..." he was amazed. "... how do you feel like, if you wanted to start today?"

"Today? I mean, of course. If that's alright and willing to work along or do solo. Doesn't matter." I surprised that I passed the interview.

"Basically, we could take turns on the stage. You could start now and I'll take over right before noon time." Busker offered a suggestion.

I took the opportunity to set my guitar to the side and shook his paw with appreciation. "Thank you, sir. Thank you."

"No worries, why don't you get set up and I could help you run down a bit." Busker insisted.

With my nod, we than went up the stage and was able to hook up my guitar to the microphone and set the speakers up the stage. By the time we were finished, customers were coming to browse around different shops. I started to play some soft country tunes. Since it was in the morning, I had to go through the instrumental route. Songs from George Strait, late Toby Keith to some modern country singers. However, it's not like I was there the whole morning doing it, at some points, when I need to take a break, Brisker would perform on stage, until I was ready to perform again.

When the late morning came, Brisker eventually advices me that I could sing and speak to the crowd. I briefly greeted myself and hoped they enjoy shopping in markets, while tunes being played. Just after making the statement, I tuned my guitar and started singing Wagon Wheel from Darius Rucker.

Headin' down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road and pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey... mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey... mama rock me

Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-gettin' me down
Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to leave town
But I ain't a-turnin' back to livin' that old life no more

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey... mama rock me
Yeah, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey... mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he's a-headin' west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh, at least I will die free

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey... mama rock me
Oh, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey... mama rock me
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel (oh, I wanna feel)
Hey... mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey... mama rock me

Just as soon, I finished my last strum on my guitar, I received some applause and some even donated into my guitar case. An alarm came from Brisker and told me I could take a lunch. He gave me a voucher ticket to receive free food from one of the food stalls.