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So I accidentally erased the writing of this part due to cutting and pasting the story onto another document to organize the snippets but I accidentally rewrote the cmd cut memory when I was chatting with a friend at the same time....So I had to rewrite it which lost a majority of the detailed conversation between Gale and Kent but meh....Let's go on~
FBA managed by
buckhopper
Gale felt out of place within the pub, which is actually a tea café in the day but a hotspot for young trend followers and other wacky individuals at night, sharing in conversations of current cultural events and such that Gale had no clue about. His confusion further progressed trying to find the connection of the band playing in this particular environment. From what Gale could gather since the last time he heard them, the Rushlight were dangerously hard rock which, honestly, had Gale to the point of near deaf a majority of the time. How the evening would play out made him nervous enough to begin having second thoughts of coming in the first place.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
After the conversation he had with Lennart days ago, Gale tried to spend the rest of the day in his books but even with the blaring of his classical study music playlist (courtesy of his father, of course), he caught himself staring blankly at his laptop’s screen or rereading the same lines in his textbooks. Eventually, Gale’s frustration amounted into slamming his textbook, startling his roommate to jump from his concentration.
“uhh…Gale, something bothering you?”
His roommate, a marten who Gale hasn’t really familiarized himself with which may have been Gale’s fault, showed concern seeing that his wallaby roommate was usually more collected. Also, the wallaby never really makes the time or effort to try to get along with any of his roommates due to studies. Since his scholarship doesn’t provide a single, he got a new one every year, Kent Triniac being the third.
“Sorry, Kent. I guess I’m not in the mood of working right now…”
The marten coughed out a timid laugh, “I don’t think such a mood exist. Otherwise, I would actually want to program this jpeg of a dog to move across the page.”
“Oh…so you’re in Computer Science?”
“Hoping to be, I just applied few weeks ago but I don’t hear back until February so I’m taking the foundation classes in prep while balancing them with the med program’s curriculums.”
“Is it even possible to double major with that much amount of requirements? Seems like you would be up all the time.”
“Actually I’m dropping the Peck Med Program.”
“What?”
“After this semester, I’ll be losing the program’s scholarship but my demographic allows me to receive some financial aid and loans.”
“Yeah but you’re already a 3rd year. Isn’t it a bit too late to be switching majors?”
“Well…it’s kind of a long story…”
Gale positioned his to face Kent, “This is something I want to hear.” For once, Gale decidedly submitted himself to listening to someone other than his father, but this time, with genuine interest.
Kent started meekly, “uhh, I guess the change began when I needed to fill my elective requirements, you know how difficult it is for Peck students to find fun classes so everyone was determined to make them worthwhile.”
“Yeah…I actually took a guitar lesson half-semester course but was really a music appreciation class. Just listened to whatever songs had strings in them and learned four chords…”
“That class filled up too quickly and since I couldn’t replace it with another of the program’s req courses, I went into Tech Foundations and Practicality. I thought it would be an easy A since I took a class in Computer Science in high school in addition to be an elective class. Of course if that was the case, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Kent became sheepish; “There was a network outage that only seem to affect those who were taking the course. Since it was only occurring within the class, the rest of the school didn’t know about it but the tech support had to come in and individually reboot each device and assumed that it was just a hiccup in the system. That is…until they got to my station.”
“What was wrong with yours?”
“The thing is, nothing was wrong with it. It functioned just as well as any other device so they took it for inspection. Not until a few days after did the professor asked me to come with him to the engineer school’s dean’s office during a lab period.”
“Shit dude…”
“Pretty much how I felt. I was informed that I actually sent out the inactive virus that we were examining during the week we were learning about pentesting that was reactivated once I directed it towards the professor’s class server.”
“So you mean you…”
The marten reddened, “yeah…I accidently ddos’ed the class.”
Gale grew wide-eyed and buried himself in laughter and Kent joining him. After the volume died down, Kent concluded as he wiped his eyes, “So yeah, the dean said he had to inform the Peck’s dean and my parents about my misconduct. This scared the shit out of me because of the possibility of losing my scholarship.”
“Which you kind of did anyways…”, Gale gapped right after, “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that…”
“haha, it’s okay dude, I know I’m getting rid of it but I probably wouldn’t have gotten the chance to do it myself if not for my professor. He convinced the dean that I could work as a TA for his other courses since there were so few applicants.”
“And you just took it? But you didn’t have any idea how to program that you even attacked the class network without knowing.”
“At that time, I would have done just about anything from leaving the university.”
“How come you aren’t sticking with your old major then? After all, you were already two years in the program.”
“Haha, interestingly, even though the instructor required me only to help with documentation, the content was fascinating. Whereas in high school, the most we ever got to programming anything was with java…errr sorry for the rambling, but basically we didn’t do much. What I found in the class was the many different languages and extraordinary possibilities that programming can provide. Heh, I guess I was feeling adventurous, so I asked the professor if I could dabble with the program and he agreed but only under his supervision for obvious reasons.”
Gale chuckled which eased Kent to continue, “By the end of the semester, I was able to create a prototype app organizer that would save your current opened programs and files as a work station in which you can have access to several customized stations for different purposes stored within the application’s library. When I demonstrated it to the professor though…the app would open different formats not acknowledged by the selected programs, which created several errors as well as overwriting the original programs with the saved erroneous stations caused havoc. To sum it up, I failed but the professor patted me on the back and congratulated me. He told me I was ambitious for creating something complex with no useful prior knowledge and was able to bring to it to buggy yet functional stage. He then asked me whether I would be interested in applying to the school. I told him I’d get back to him on the offer. My parents certainly opposed the notion and usually I would have just followed along, being the only one in my family to get in a university, let alone a full ride for the Peck Med School. Having come from a family with very little to give, they hoped that I can be successful to provide for the next Triniac generation…”
Kent came to a pause, his eyes focused on the ground intensely. His last statement carried some weight and Gale was unsure whether to ask but the marten eventually regained his concentration, “Anyways, my parents thought that having a doctor within the family can be a triumph moment for the family and giving up the scholarship was out of the question but I knew my heart was set into more than just being a labor driven servant…no offense.”
Gale nodded.
“So, I actually applied without their consensus.”
“The hell? They’ll eventually find out you did that."
"Maaaaybe."
"...graduation?"
“I know that they eventually will. But for now, my classes and studies are more enjoyable with the addition of getting some classes waived so I don’t need to take an additional semester but most of all, I’m actually happy.”
Kent saw Gale’s skepticism and grinned, “I could see that you think this is just a mess. However this is a feeling that the word ‘happy’ can’t even fathom but to the best of my vocabulary, I say I feel ‘complete’”.
Gale thought Kent’s decision was reckless since it placed him in a vulnerable position of several possibilities of. Yet, it was obvious Kent was content with his decision and, to Gale, he was almost inspirational how he’s carrying himself.
So, Gale showed his support, “I think you made the right choice. And dude, I’ll probably be staying up late with you with my own shit to do. All-nighter buddies?” and held out an open hand.
“Sure…and thanks, Gale. To be honest, I thought we’d actually go through the year without ever having a single conversation but it seems surprises always show themselves haha.” And they shook on it, beaming from the newfound companionship.
The marten proposed a plan, “Hey, since we’re both not in the mood of working and the dog doesn’t want to listen to its owner. Let’s get some food, I heard the pizza joint down Jeffurson got good reviews and within budget.”
“Sounds good, just let me get ready first and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
After the marten left, Gale neatly compiled his books and laptops in an organized manner and dug through the closet for a coat until his foot made contact with something other than the floor. Picking it up, Gale held a thoroughly smashed paper ball. Once unraveled, the flyer became decipherable showing the performance dates and locations, all passed except for one that was in two weeks. Gale folded it neatly, placed it in his pocket, and was out the room.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Well, now that Gale was here, the wallaby was beginning to have doubts and was especially anxious that his father would find out that he was not only cramming at home for the exams this week but also going against his implicit orders. Gale did not know what his father’s punishment would be for disobedience and he preferred not to find out soon.
‘Just going to greet the band then grab a taxi and I’ll be back before father would notice. If he’s already home, I can just tell I went for a walk before having to study. That should do. Wait…what if he starts asking the location I went to or that it took until the evening to start studying. He already suspects I’m up to something…maybe he doesn’t, I didn’t tell anyone so he couldn’t…what am I thinking, of course he would know about something this brain dead, he would always find out where I went during high school so how could he not know now? I’ll just slip out now then I can surely-’
However, before Gale commenced his plan, an attempt to chokehold ambushed him from his blindside.
Trev was barking hysterically as he noogied the wallaby, “WASSUP PEBBLES, Shiiiiiiibrolf, can’t believe you actually came, couldn’t recognize you from what you did to your hair, looks mighty slick-eyy. Man, when Len-hen told me that you were coming, I told him he was fawkin’ high. Hey biches, Gale’s fawkin’ here.”
Gale managed to pull loose from the lock while Trev was dragging him towards the front, “Look Trev, I just wanted to say hi but I should get back before-“
Trev clamped Gale’s muzzle and beamed, “Hey Gale, you hear me right now, right? Okay, listen. Shut up. You’re already here so really just chill the fawk out and watch the show.”
And he forced Gale to take the seat with a close view of the stage. Scanning the stage Gale could see everyone preparing: the goat drummer John positioning the set, Dylan string slapping the frets of his guitar as his usual ritual, Trev connecting the microphones, and Lennart tuning his strings and effortlessly plucking a few chords. The lemur glanced over at Gale and smirked briefly then continued to strum.
Gale’s ears lowered in response, he was getting anxious and started pulling out his phone multiple times in anticipation for an alarm, a habit he’s had for a while now.
Gale’s ears twitched when he heard the sound of a microphone being patted and then Trev’s voice filled the room, “Good evening, wonderful creatures. The band and I would like to tell you all that we’re very grateful to have played here for the past month and today will be our last show here. If you wish to hear more us we can be found…”
Gale became more conscious of the time slipping by and the impeding punishment he’ll face. Before he began formulating reasons of his absence, a soft bass began vibrating from the stage. Lennart began the opening and soon Dylan and John synchronized, resonating an alternative soft-rock melody that Gale did not recognize as any of the band’s original sound tracks, if he could have ever gotten past five seconds of each song. Then Trev started to sing the lyric, harmonizing with the instrumentals and filling up the room with only their sound. Phone conversations silenced, waiters halt and spectated, lights dimmed and spotlights engaged, directing all eyes to the heart of the room, beating with rhythmic prowess and depth as each of the members of Rushlight contributed their individual voices in which, not just one individual, but everyone works together to shine.
Once the drums faded, the lyrics ended, and the last chords were plucked, the room resounded in applauses and the band left the stage for the next performance but not before Trev showcased his exaggerated bow as if the audience were of nobility, gaining a few laughs as John and Dylan dragged him off.
It was a requirement for performers to stay in the back room and only begin packing their equipment after the show was over. So, everyone knew Gale would have left after the performance. Once the pub was emptied out at midnight, the bands were given their commission and began packing.
As Lennart carried the amplifiers to the band’s van, Trev intercepted him and gave him a hand with one of the lemur’s burden while striking up a conversation.
The wolf grinned, “Hey, you played well tonight.”
“And you.”
“But really, I’m still blown that Gale showed up. How did you know he would come to our final performance?”
“Mmm, I just ran into him a few days back and we got to talking.”
“Really, you were able to convince him into actually breaking his routine that was drilled in by his totalitarian dad of his?”
“He keeps his word and isn’t a difficult wallaby to talk to. I’m sure you’d know since you guys attended the same schools together.”
Trev barked out a laugh as he loaded the van, “Gale has always been difficult from the start. In our private grade school, he was a holed up kid, which made him an easy target. Everyone would call him ‘pebbles’ not only because he was small and possibly dumb, but also if you said his full name together, that’s what it meant which he probably didn’t like. I guess we all share the blame of how hostile he was towards others.
Trev ushered Lennart to sit on the edge of the van’s entrance, in which the lemur complied as he continued, “Gale and I actually didn’t start out too well. I was always trying to lead an example for him to be more outgoing but he would get annoyed and tell me to get lost. At times his stubbornness would irritate me and so we would get in fights on occasions that eventually we were moved to separate classes. At that moment, I just about gave up on him…that is, until some of the higher grade students began picking on him. Gale would stay passive throughout the insults but then one of the kids said something that set him off.”
“What was it?”
Trev’s expression turned dire for a moment, “I’m not sure, I wasn’t close enough to hear the conversation but whatever the kid said, he got bloodied up from it after Gale pushed him over and kicked him. Then the kid’s friends started piling on him, which was the time that I ambushed one from behind, and bit his ear to bleed before they started beating me. It was pretty crazy and we would’ve been seriously hurt if the counselors hadn’t peeled the shitbrains off. But after all that shit went down, Gale was able to tolerate my presence although not entirely open himself up to me yet, it was way better than nothing.”
Trev looked over to see a perplexed lemur, “Still wondering what could have made him so bananas huh? I do too but I didn’t want to be a dumbass by asking and possibly fucking it up; however, I still try coming up with what the kid would have called him to make him go berserk…”
“He called me a ‘bastard’”
Trev and Lennart became aware of the figure emerging from the alley that was curtained from the moonlight. Gale showed an apathetic expression, considering the certain conversation that was occurring.
“Gale? Whoa…you stayed til the end?” Trev had mixed feelings of the wallaby being here. Thrilled that he watched the end of the show to see them but anxious that he overheard him telling Lennart about his past.
“Yeah, I did. Anyways, the guy called me a ‘bastard’, saying that it must have been so lucky for trash like me to be picked up by a big head of the hospital and that I would only amount to be as worthless as my slut of a mother.”
Gale explicitly spoke each word with precisely but what concerned Lennart the most was the lack of tone as he relayed his story. No edge in his voice, not even a twitch or movement of the face, as if he was speaking just to remind himself veritably of what he really is, insiginificant.
“…I guess I’ll get going, my taxi’s here. Just wanted to say I like your guys’ new tune, didn’t make me cringe. That’s a first time.”
Trev moved closer to Gale at whispering distance, “Listen man, Sorry about telling the others about-“
But Gale shook his head, not wanting to hear another word, “It’s fine, Trev. We were all kids back then, things go away if you let it be.”
Gale thought that answer would leave the wolf relieved but he got a contorted expression instead.
Gale knew that face of Trev’s hauntingly; the wolf only looked at people that way when he thinks they are ‘utter shit’ as he told to Gale secretly in high school. Gale never expected to be on the receiving end though.
“What did I do?”
“What? Oh ahhyummm…nothing, dude.” Trev coughed to clear his throat before he continued, “uh yo, don’t you want to hang a bit before you go since you waited this long? We were going to go back to my place to share a couple beers.”
Slightly distracted, Gale turned to the group and meekly smiled, “It’s wasn’t a big deal, and for the offer, thanks, but some other time. My father might be back by now. Just message me when, I’ll send you my digits, Len.”
Gale gawked at the last statement and before the wallaby could rephrase, everyone either frowned or cringed with an exception of Trev’s burst of laughter, “Pwuhaha, looks like we had a potential lyricist this whole time! Okay dude, we gotchu. Get back before your dad decides to give you a shittier punishment than paddle-spanking.”
The flushed wallaby ran back into the obscured alley towards the street while the members piled in the van. Engine initiated and the van departed into the same darkened alley, leaving the moon to shine on the empty lot with puddles mirroring multiple moons, creating an even brighter spectacle.
So I accidentally erased the writing of this part due to cutting and pasting the story onto another document to organize the snippets but I accidentally rewrote the cmd cut memory when I was chatting with a friend at the same time....So I had to rewrite it which lost a majority of the detailed conversation between Gale and Kent but meh....Let's go on~
FBA managed by
buckhopperGale felt out of place within the pub, which is actually a tea café in the day but a hotspot for young trend followers and other wacky individuals at night, sharing in conversations of current cultural events and such that Gale had no clue about. His confusion further progressed trying to find the connection of the band playing in this particular environment. From what Gale could gather since the last time he heard them, the Rushlight were dangerously hard rock which, honestly, had Gale to the point of near deaf a majority of the time. How the evening would play out made him nervous enough to begin having second thoughts of coming in the first place.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
After the conversation he had with Lennart days ago, Gale tried to spend the rest of the day in his books but even with the blaring of his classical study music playlist (courtesy of his father, of course), he caught himself staring blankly at his laptop’s screen or rereading the same lines in his textbooks. Eventually, Gale’s frustration amounted into slamming his textbook, startling his roommate to jump from his concentration.
“uhh…Gale, something bothering you?”
His roommate, a marten who Gale hasn’t really familiarized himself with which may have been Gale’s fault, showed concern seeing that his wallaby roommate was usually more collected. Also, the wallaby never really makes the time or effort to try to get along with any of his roommates due to studies. Since his scholarship doesn’t provide a single, he got a new one every year, Kent Triniac being the third.
“Sorry, Kent. I guess I’m not in the mood of working right now…”
The marten coughed out a timid laugh, “I don’t think such a mood exist. Otherwise, I would actually want to program this jpeg of a dog to move across the page.”
“Oh…so you’re in Computer Science?”
“Hoping to be, I just applied few weeks ago but I don’t hear back until February so I’m taking the foundation classes in prep while balancing them with the med program’s curriculums.”
“Is it even possible to double major with that much amount of requirements? Seems like you would be up all the time.”
“Actually I’m dropping the Peck Med Program.”
“What?”
“After this semester, I’ll be losing the program’s scholarship but my demographic allows me to receive some financial aid and loans.”
“Yeah but you’re already a 3rd year. Isn’t it a bit too late to be switching majors?”
“Well…it’s kind of a long story…”
Gale positioned his to face Kent, “This is something I want to hear.” For once, Gale decidedly submitted himself to listening to someone other than his father, but this time, with genuine interest.
Kent started meekly, “uhh, I guess the change began when I needed to fill my elective requirements, you know how difficult it is for Peck students to find fun classes so everyone was determined to make them worthwhile.”
“Yeah…I actually took a guitar lesson half-semester course but was really a music appreciation class. Just listened to whatever songs had strings in them and learned four chords…”
“That class filled up too quickly and since I couldn’t replace it with another of the program’s req courses, I went into Tech Foundations and Practicality. I thought it would be an easy A since I took a class in Computer Science in high school in addition to be an elective class. Of course if that was the case, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Kent became sheepish; “There was a network outage that only seem to affect those who were taking the course. Since it was only occurring within the class, the rest of the school didn’t know about it but the tech support had to come in and individually reboot each device and assumed that it was just a hiccup in the system. That is…until they got to my station.”
“What was wrong with yours?”
“The thing is, nothing was wrong with it. It functioned just as well as any other device so they took it for inspection. Not until a few days after did the professor asked me to come with him to the engineer school’s dean’s office during a lab period.”
“Shit dude…”
“Pretty much how I felt. I was informed that I actually sent out the inactive virus that we were examining during the week we were learning about pentesting that was reactivated once I directed it towards the professor’s class server.”
“So you mean you…”
The marten reddened, “yeah…I accidently ddos’ed the class.”
Gale grew wide-eyed and buried himself in laughter and Kent joining him. After the volume died down, Kent concluded as he wiped his eyes, “So yeah, the dean said he had to inform the Peck’s dean and my parents about my misconduct. This scared the shit out of me because of the possibility of losing my scholarship.”
“Which you kind of did anyways…”, Gale gapped right after, “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that…”
“haha, it’s okay dude, I know I’m getting rid of it but I probably wouldn’t have gotten the chance to do it myself if not for my professor. He convinced the dean that I could work as a TA for his other courses since there were so few applicants.”
“And you just took it? But you didn’t have any idea how to program that you even attacked the class network without knowing.”
“At that time, I would have done just about anything from leaving the university.”
“How come you aren’t sticking with your old major then? After all, you were already two years in the program.”
“Haha, interestingly, even though the instructor required me only to help with documentation, the content was fascinating. Whereas in high school, the most we ever got to programming anything was with java…errr sorry for the rambling, but basically we didn’t do much. What I found in the class was the many different languages and extraordinary possibilities that programming can provide. Heh, I guess I was feeling adventurous, so I asked the professor if I could dabble with the program and he agreed but only under his supervision for obvious reasons.”
Gale chuckled which eased Kent to continue, “By the end of the semester, I was able to create a prototype app organizer that would save your current opened programs and files as a work station in which you can have access to several customized stations for different purposes stored within the application’s library. When I demonstrated it to the professor though…the app would open different formats not acknowledged by the selected programs, which created several errors as well as overwriting the original programs with the saved erroneous stations caused havoc. To sum it up, I failed but the professor patted me on the back and congratulated me. He told me I was ambitious for creating something complex with no useful prior knowledge and was able to bring to it to buggy yet functional stage. He then asked me whether I would be interested in applying to the school. I told him I’d get back to him on the offer. My parents certainly opposed the notion and usually I would have just followed along, being the only one in my family to get in a university, let alone a full ride for the Peck Med School. Having come from a family with very little to give, they hoped that I can be successful to provide for the next Triniac generation…”
Kent came to a pause, his eyes focused on the ground intensely. His last statement carried some weight and Gale was unsure whether to ask but the marten eventually regained his concentration, “Anyways, my parents thought that having a doctor within the family can be a triumph moment for the family and giving up the scholarship was out of the question but I knew my heart was set into more than just being a labor driven servant…no offense.”
Gale nodded.
“So, I actually applied without their consensus.”
“The hell? They’ll eventually find out you did that."
"Maaaaybe."
"...graduation?"
“I know that they eventually will. But for now, my classes and studies are more enjoyable with the addition of getting some classes waived so I don’t need to take an additional semester but most of all, I’m actually happy.”
Kent saw Gale’s skepticism and grinned, “I could see that you think this is just a mess. However this is a feeling that the word ‘happy’ can’t even fathom but to the best of my vocabulary, I say I feel ‘complete’”.
Gale thought Kent’s decision was reckless since it placed him in a vulnerable position of several possibilities of. Yet, it was obvious Kent was content with his decision and, to Gale, he was almost inspirational how he’s carrying himself.
So, Gale showed his support, “I think you made the right choice. And dude, I’ll probably be staying up late with you with my own shit to do. All-nighter buddies?” and held out an open hand.
“Sure…and thanks, Gale. To be honest, I thought we’d actually go through the year without ever having a single conversation but it seems surprises always show themselves haha.” And they shook on it, beaming from the newfound companionship.
The marten proposed a plan, “Hey, since we’re both not in the mood of working and the dog doesn’t want to listen to its owner. Let’s get some food, I heard the pizza joint down Jeffurson got good reviews and within budget.”
“Sounds good, just let me get ready first and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
After the marten left, Gale neatly compiled his books and laptops in an organized manner and dug through the closet for a coat until his foot made contact with something other than the floor. Picking it up, Gale held a thoroughly smashed paper ball. Once unraveled, the flyer became decipherable showing the performance dates and locations, all passed except for one that was in two weeks. Gale folded it neatly, placed it in his pocket, and was out the room.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Well, now that Gale was here, the wallaby was beginning to have doubts and was especially anxious that his father would find out that he was not only cramming at home for the exams this week but also going against his implicit orders. Gale did not know what his father’s punishment would be for disobedience and he preferred not to find out soon.
‘Just going to greet the band then grab a taxi and I’ll be back before father would notice. If he’s already home, I can just tell I went for a walk before having to study. That should do. Wait…what if he starts asking the location I went to or that it took until the evening to start studying. He already suspects I’m up to something…maybe he doesn’t, I didn’t tell anyone so he couldn’t…what am I thinking, of course he would know about something this brain dead, he would always find out where I went during high school so how could he not know now? I’ll just slip out now then I can surely-’
However, before Gale commenced his plan, an attempt to chokehold ambushed him from his blindside.
Trev was barking hysterically as he noogied the wallaby, “WASSUP PEBBLES, Shiiiiiiibrolf, can’t believe you actually came, couldn’t recognize you from what you did to your hair, looks mighty slick-eyy. Man, when Len-hen told me that you were coming, I told him he was fawkin’ high. Hey biches, Gale’s fawkin’ here.”
Gale managed to pull loose from the lock while Trev was dragging him towards the front, “Look Trev, I just wanted to say hi but I should get back before-“
Trev clamped Gale’s muzzle and beamed, “Hey Gale, you hear me right now, right? Okay, listen. Shut up. You’re already here so really just chill the fawk out and watch the show.”
And he forced Gale to take the seat with a close view of the stage. Scanning the stage Gale could see everyone preparing: the goat drummer John positioning the set, Dylan string slapping the frets of his guitar as his usual ritual, Trev connecting the microphones, and Lennart tuning his strings and effortlessly plucking a few chords. The lemur glanced over at Gale and smirked briefly then continued to strum.
Gale’s ears lowered in response, he was getting anxious and started pulling out his phone multiple times in anticipation for an alarm, a habit he’s had for a while now.
Gale’s ears twitched when he heard the sound of a microphone being patted and then Trev’s voice filled the room, “Good evening, wonderful creatures. The band and I would like to tell you all that we’re very grateful to have played here for the past month and today will be our last show here. If you wish to hear more us we can be found…”
Gale became more conscious of the time slipping by and the impeding punishment he’ll face. Before he began formulating reasons of his absence, a soft bass began vibrating from the stage. Lennart began the opening and soon Dylan and John synchronized, resonating an alternative soft-rock melody that Gale did not recognize as any of the band’s original sound tracks, if he could have ever gotten past five seconds of each song. Then Trev started to sing the lyric, harmonizing with the instrumentals and filling up the room with only their sound. Phone conversations silenced, waiters halt and spectated, lights dimmed and spotlights engaged, directing all eyes to the heart of the room, beating with rhythmic prowess and depth as each of the members of Rushlight contributed their individual voices in which, not just one individual, but everyone works together to shine.
Once the drums faded, the lyrics ended, and the last chords were plucked, the room resounded in applauses and the band left the stage for the next performance but not before Trev showcased his exaggerated bow as if the audience were of nobility, gaining a few laughs as John and Dylan dragged him off.
It was a requirement for performers to stay in the back room and only begin packing their equipment after the show was over. So, everyone knew Gale would have left after the performance. Once the pub was emptied out at midnight, the bands were given their commission and began packing.
As Lennart carried the amplifiers to the band’s van, Trev intercepted him and gave him a hand with one of the lemur’s burden while striking up a conversation.
The wolf grinned, “Hey, you played well tonight.”
“And you.”
“But really, I’m still blown that Gale showed up. How did you know he would come to our final performance?”
“Mmm, I just ran into him a few days back and we got to talking.”
“Really, you were able to convince him into actually breaking his routine that was drilled in by his totalitarian dad of his?”
“He keeps his word and isn’t a difficult wallaby to talk to. I’m sure you’d know since you guys attended the same schools together.”
Trev barked out a laugh as he loaded the van, “Gale has always been difficult from the start. In our private grade school, he was a holed up kid, which made him an easy target. Everyone would call him ‘pebbles’ not only because he was small and possibly dumb, but also if you said his full name together, that’s what it meant which he probably didn’t like. I guess we all share the blame of how hostile he was towards others.
Trev ushered Lennart to sit on the edge of the van’s entrance, in which the lemur complied as he continued, “Gale and I actually didn’t start out too well. I was always trying to lead an example for him to be more outgoing but he would get annoyed and tell me to get lost. At times his stubbornness would irritate me and so we would get in fights on occasions that eventually we were moved to separate classes. At that moment, I just about gave up on him…that is, until some of the higher grade students began picking on him. Gale would stay passive throughout the insults but then one of the kids said something that set him off.”
“What was it?”
Trev’s expression turned dire for a moment, “I’m not sure, I wasn’t close enough to hear the conversation but whatever the kid said, he got bloodied up from it after Gale pushed him over and kicked him. Then the kid’s friends started piling on him, which was the time that I ambushed one from behind, and bit his ear to bleed before they started beating me. It was pretty crazy and we would’ve been seriously hurt if the counselors hadn’t peeled the shitbrains off. But after all that shit went down, Gale was able to tolerate my presence although not entirely open himself up to me yet, it was way better than nothing.”
Trev looked over to see a perplexed lemur, “Still wondering what could have made him so bananas huh? I do too but I didn’t want to be a dumbass by asking and possibly fucking it up; however, I still try coming up with what the kid would have called him to make him go berserk…”
“He called me a ‘bastard’”
Trev and Lennart became aware of the figure emerging from the alley that was curtained from the moonlight. Gale showed an apathetic expression, considering the certain conversation that was occurring.
“Gale? Whoa…you stayed til the end?” Trev had mixed feelings of the wallaby being here. Thrilled that he watched the end of the show to see them but anxious that he overheard him telling Lennart about his past.
“Yeah, I did. Anyways, the guy called me a ‘bastard’, saying that it must have been so lucky for trash like me to be picked up by a big head of the hospital and that I would only amount to be as worthless as my slut of a mother.”
Gale explicitly spoke each word with precisely but what concerned Lennart the most was the lack of tone as he relayed his story. No edge in his voice, not even a twitch or movement of the face, as if he was speaking just to remind himself veritably of what he really is, insiginificant.
“…I guess I’ll get going, my taxi’s here. Just wanted to say I like your guys’ new tune, didn’t make me cringe. That’s a first time.”
Trev moved closer to Gale at whispering distance, “Listen man, Sorry about telling the others about-“
But Gale shook his head, not wanting to hear another word, “It’s fine, Trev. We were all kids back then, things go away if you let it be.”
Gale thought that answer would leave the wolf relieved but he got a contorted expression instead.
Gale knew that face of Trev’s hauntingly; the wolf only looked at people that way when he thinks they are ‘utter shit’ as he told to Gale secretly in high school. Gale never expected to be on the receiving end though.
“What did I do?”
“What? Oh ahhyummm…nothing, dude.” Trev coughed to clear his throat before he continued, “uh yo, don’t you want to hang a bit before you go since you waited this long? We were going to go back to my place to share a couple beers.”
Slightly distracted, Gale turned to the group and meekly smiled, “It’s wasn’t a big deal, and for the offer, thanks, but some other time. My father might be back by now. Just message me when, I’ll send you my digits, Len.”
Gale gawked at the last statement and before the wallaby could rephrase, everyone either frowned or cringed with an exception of Trev’s burst of laughter, “Pwuhaha, looks like we had a potential lyricist this whole time! Okay dude, we gotchu. Get back before your dad decides to give you a shittier punishment than paddle-spanking.”
The flushed wallaby ran back into the obscured alley towards the street while the members piled in the van. Engine initiated and the van departed into the same darkened alley, leaving the moon to shine on the empty lot with puddles mirroring multiple moons, creating an even brighter spectacle.
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Well, I can only say that the picture caugh more my attention in this one XD Don´t worry, the story is good, but I can tell is the first time I see you drawing something like this, a real scenario of a musical band and each character doing its thing. Though I can say that Gale´s story about his life is getting more and more interesting ^ ^
haha it's chill yo~ the image is supposed to compliment the story and also vice versa. In a nutshell, I want people to be first compelled by the image since that's all they would see first in a thumbnail and then read the story correlated to the image, thus giving it content. But most of all, I just want to depict Gale's story.
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