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A Tale of Two Worlds
Book the First: Riley Vang
1. The Period
It was in the midst of the years of change, and the midst of it all staying the same. I’m not saying that anything was the best or the worst of times here, just that the free country was split down the middle on the subject of the future.
There was a president with a dark face upon the swivel chair in the oval office. At this time, most could care less.
It was the age of the environmentalists, two-thousand and ten. That’s right, the entire country, all fifty-one states, were so concerned about the fabricated horrors of the depleting ozone that only one of twenty cared about the wellbeing of humanity.
On the rise as well as in the fictional warming of the globe and the democratic population was the sudden near importance of rock stars. As I stated earlier, this was the time of change, and no longer did anyone care for hip-hop. It was old news.
And so as this story goes, in this era of epic music, it was not as unique as one might think. This is only a mere generalization of how a world of fame can mash together with a suburban crowd of teenagers.
The other world, although not quite as glamorous and as easy and as crazy as its neighboring community, was above the state of the thick-minded both geographically and mentally. Here today lay national monuments and natural parks, as far as the eye could see water was the life of the place.
Three famous peaks stood sturdy and tall, inspiring every artist and photographer to link their name to them. As far as the eye could see, there was no way of escaping the beauty of the sisters; from every edge of this place they were visible. However, another natural wonder could distract.
A one famous peak stood strong and towering, inspiring all locals and tourists to jump into the crater dip at the top. As far as the eye wished to see from up there, you could not tell it was a volcano in a past life; from every edge of the crater was pure water reflecting the always pure sky.
And so with this I invite you to keep reading. I encourage you. I assure you, as well. The remaining of the writings written here will not be as much a riddle as this first chapter.
2. The Email
“I am so tired of all this ooey-gooey fanmail!” Riley shouted aloud. “When are these girls just going to grasp that there is no chance?” He reluctantly replied to the email and then took a break, not bothering to close the laptop.
“How many do we have?” Aaron asked.
Riley sighed. “Last time I checked we had about 11,250 in the Gmail inbox, our Yahoo was full, same as hotmail, and I think we need another Gmail. This is getting out of hand.”
“We’re rock stars now. Big mistake. Can’t get away from it now,” added Jason, the youngest and o-so-very optimistic. “My turn. How many are for me?”
“Only about 2,500.”
Riley watched his youngest brother uninterestedly. His eyes closed and he almost drifted off to sleep when…
“Hey, this one’s interesting.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”
Aaron dragged him off the destroyed sofa and crossed his arms. “No, really, it is.”
“Yeah,” Jason egged. “You know how we’ve been having trouble writing songs and stuff? Well, these girls wrote some lyrics and said we could use them…”
“I don’t want some silly little girl fan lyrics,” Riley grumbled. “I can write my own. I have for years.”
“Riley!” Jason nearly shouted, before cringing back at the sight of his eldest brother’s hostile expression. “Listen to these. They’re really good…”
“I don’t want to HEAR THEM!”
“LISTEN! God, I mean really…”
Riley sighed angrily and gave up on his now dashed hopes of a nice rest, and he said as Aaron snickered quietly, “Fine, read it already.”
“Okay! Uh… ‘She took it to her head, both physically and mentally. I couldn’t stop her, physically or mentally. The nightmare makes its rounds, it feels so real. Her lifeless on the ground, I won’t let it be real.’”
Riley cut him off then, reading the rest of it to himself. He had to admit they were good, but obviously he didn’t want to. No one likes to admit that they are wrong, especially Riley. So instead he said, “Not bad…but it’s not our material.”
“Well, duh!” Aaron, who was reading it behind Jason’s shoulder interjected. “It wasn’t written by us. It was written by fans; Very talented fans who should get credit for this.”
Riley paused. “What are you getting at?” he asked skeptically as he looked back behind him.
“I think we should take this,” Aaron replied simply. “We can take it and make it our own. You know what? Forget whoever wrote this. If they sent it to us they won’t care…Either way this is a lot better that the crap we’ve been doing for the past year.”
Riley growled slightly. “I’ve been writing all the ‘crap’ we’ve done for the past year,” he said grudgingly.
“Your point?” Aaron had his arms crossed and an amused smile on his face. “Dude, what’s your problem, really?”
“I hate being famous!”
“That’s something you don’t hear every day…”
“Shut up! I’m gonna get some sleep. We’re arriving in the state of Canadia in like four hours and…”
“And you don’t want a repeat of the incident in Connecticut…”
“Shut up, Jay!”
As Riley checked his eyelids for leaks he thought. He knew what really bothered him about all this. He couldn’t write anything anymore. Nothing interesting was going on in their life. Yeah, Aaron had struck a nerve. Writing music was the one thing Riley had to hold on to for the past few years, and now that was gone, too.
He stayed still, on the verge of slipping into sub-consciousness, replaying the lyrics of the song over in his head: She takes it so literally…bodily, emotionally… The nightmare makes its rounds, Her lifeless on the ground…I won’t let it be real…Her lifeless body on the ground…
There was no reason for it, not a rational one. Could he, would he tear that away from such a good lyricist? Possibly. Maybe he would. All he knew is that he’d feel better about himself, just because there was another good song out there with his name on it. He wondered though, what and who it was about. He had a pretty good idea, but couldn’t quite place it.
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