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Hey there. A new story from me.
It wasn't planned but I wanted to make a gift for my friend AnimalKingdomWolf birthday https://twitter.com/AnimalKWolf/
A simple story featuring AK's OC Izzy the Buizel who's having trouble during a music talent show.
Also featuring as guest star:
Duncan the giant green kangaroo https://www.furaffinity.net/user/duncan
and his overworked but this time bigger than normal underling Quinn https://www.furaffinity.net/user/quinn/
Enjoy the story by clicking on the download button or just by reading it down here.
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Life is a stage so don't go offbeat
Izzy took a great inspiration, it was his big moment, the one where you have to shine. The drum kit was ready, the partition he planned to play was ready. He prepared and rehearsed this intensively during the last weeks.
Ready was an euphemism for him at this instant. He took a moment to arrange his buizel fur, once again. The talent show was in full swing as a pikachu was throwing thunder while rocking his guitar.
“Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!” Izzy heard a rhythmic beat but it wasn’t due to the music. No, this one was way offset and too fast, even for a rock song. He looked around, as those thumps were making him uneasy. But all he could see were the staff working behind the stage and other candidates like him. So where could it come from?
It’s only when the pikachu ended his play that he understood.
He was feeling it right into his chest. “Thump! THUMP! THUMP!” It was his heart! The pumping blood organ was having a fast paced solo in his body.
Izzy couldn't understand why it was doing this so he tried to calm it by breathing slowly. In and out, like anyone or book would advise you to. Sounds good but didn’t work.
His turn was next. Just after the ninja dressed Treecko was disappearing and reappearing at different places of the scene each time he changed instruments.
The buizel dusted off his favorite white and blue jacket, like he did many times while waiting. His heart didn’t calm down. On the contrary, the closer he was to the moment where he had to get on stage, the faster it was beating.
A big dragonite with a staff black jacket announced to him.
“Alright, it’s going to be your turn. You go for a drum only session that’s right?”
Izzy barely looked up at him. “Ha! hum, yeah. That’s right, only a drum…” He managed to stay. The words were either stuck in his throat or couldn’t be found in his mind.
“Are you okay kid?” The dragonite asked, looking to the buizel with worry.
“Yeah I’m alright!” He answered almost jolting at the question, not expecting it. The big dragon then went on his way, talking in his headset.
Problem was… Izzy was lying. That was obvious but even worse, he was doing it to himself. He was far from being okay.
His heart was ready to jump out of his body. He was repeatedly dusting his jacket and fur, his hands shaking.
His double tail was going left and right at a rapid pace, dusting the floor.
It’s only when Izzy felt his stomach going up like when he wanted to throw up that he realized how bad he was. His whole body jerked a little forward and he was thinking about running away.
The treecko finished his song and the jury was giving him their notes and appreciation.
The staff was preparing Izzy’s drum kit but he more saw as an immediate danger he had to run from as fast as he could.
A voice came behind him. “Hey, Are you sure you’re okay?”
Izzy turned himself to see a black furred luxray who was also worried about him. Anyone who would take a look at the Buizel would be.
“I’m fine…” He answered but he didn’t know why. People were throwing lifelines at him but he still refused them and was drowning in his worry.
“Next candidate please!” A voice loudly asked.
Izzy took a first step, feeling his paw getting heavier at each second. The light was on him as soon he stepped on the stage.
The jury was made of 6 persons, all eyeing him intensely. 2 lucarios, 1 clefairy seemingly the one holding the mic, a mewtwo who seemed extremely bored. And a raccoon trying to organize papers as he seemed overwhelmed and overworked.
And lastly but surely the most important and biggest of the room as he was literally filling the whole space with his body.
Duncan. The famous giant green kangaroo, founder of DuncanCo. The main sponsor of the talent show and the music label who’s going to contract the winners.
The buizel felt his paw becoming sweaty and his heart was pedal to the metal. He almost fell off the stool of his drum kit when he sat on it.
“So…” started the clefairy as she went to the raccoon wearing a purple shirt who passed her a sheet. “Izzy, what are you going to play?”
He swallowed, thinking 3 times about the wording of his answer, even if he knew it perfectly. “Moby…” He started but hesitated as he faked to cough and clear his voice. “Moby Dick from Led Zeppelin.”
The clefairy smiled at him. “Alright then, the drum part of Moby Dick the song from Led Zeppelin.”
Izzy took his sticks but his paws were so shaky and sweaty that he unintentionally made it fall.
“It’s okay, don’t be nervous. Take your time and start when you feel ready.” One of the lucario kindly said to sooth him. But it got the reverse effect on the one he was telling it.
The buizel wanted to do anything but being here and playing drums. The jury was so intimidating, plus all the people watching from the backstage.
It was too much for him. If he could just… Shrink… Like becoming too small until he couldn’t be seen anymore. He would do it.
He wasn’t noticing it but he was visibly shaking. He tried to lift his arm and start. But as soon as the stick hit the floor tom he got the irrepressible need to throw up immediately.
He barely said. “Excuse me.” and rushed out of the stage.
The jury members weren’t surprised as they literally saw a buizel literally eaten by fear and nervousness. “Poor kid.” Said the same Lucario who tried to calm him a few seconds ago.
The rest of the talent show went smoothly and at the end the winners were announced. Some cried, others screamed in anger or joy.
But Izzy was far from all of this. After he fled from the stage, he took refuge in one of the restrooms. He actually didn’t vomit contrary to what his body was feeling on stage.
When he reached the toilet, he just sat on it, his legs went numb and couldn’t carry his body anymore.
He was calm, at least for a few seconds as he was trying to realize what he just did. He ran away in front of everybody.
That’s exactly what happened and now he was crying. That's the only thing he thought about and also the only one he could do right now.
Izzy didn't know how much time passed as he couldn’t stop himself from crying. Until someone actually entered the bathroom. He immediately stopped, trying to not look too pathetic and embarrass himself even more.
The luxray from earlier appeared through the door. The buizel hasn't closed or locked it. “Aaah! there you are!” He announced with a smile. “Everybody’s looking for you.”
Searching in his head Izzy tried to come with an explanation or something. Sadly the only thing he could was to cry again.
“Hey! what’s the matter? Come on cheer up, it’s not the end of the world.” The black furred cat tried to sooth him.
The buizel calmed himself. “I know but…” He looked at the luxray. “It’s just that I’m…” he tried again but was unable to finish again.
“You’re too nervous and panicking each time you have to produce yourself in public. right?” Izzy just nodded. “It happens to everybody, you don’t have to worry about that.”
He took both of the buizel shoulders.
“I know… But each time it’s the same. I can play in front of my teacher and my whole music class, in front of my family. So I think I’m finally ready to produce myself in public or in front of a jury.” Izzy paused in his explanation.
The luxray waited a few seconds before he encouraged him. “Come on you can tell me, I’m not going to laugh or tell you anything bad.”
And just like that the buizel emptied his heart. “I miserably fail each time. When I’m not freezing on the stool, I just run away or never show. Because I’m afraid… I’m afraid that people won’t like it, telling me to stop everything. That despite all the time I’m passing to work they would ultimately say. Stop insisting, you suck and don’t have an ounce of talent.” Izzy took inspiration. “I think I’ll never recover from something like this.”
The luxray exhaled. “Okay.” Before he took the buizel out of the toilet cabinet. “I can understand fear, nervousness. We all have been beginners at some points.”
But then he put him in front of the mirror. “But seriously, look at you!”
Izzy looked at his reflection, his eyes red due to the tears, his jacket wet from his crying. That wasn’t pretty.
“You know what I’m seeing? I see someone who doesn’t have any future in the music. Someone who will never do anything in his life because he’s fleeing each time he has to shine.”
“But you said...” The buizel tried to justify himself.
“I’m not saying anything bad or making fun of you. But at some point you need to wake up from your little dream world. Reality’s too harsh from you? Too bad you have to live in it!” At some point he was almost screaming. The nice and gentle luxray was replaced by an angry one lecturing the buizel.
“Some won’t like you or say that you’re bad or completely suck. Because they’re mean or just because the appreciation of talents is varying, depending on the people. A lot of them will be wrong but some of them will be right.
But you’ll need this because it’s the only way to progress, you have to fight them all! To prove them wrong! Work harder! Learn more! So you’ll play louder and shut them up!” Then he took the buizel and shoved him in the cabinet. “Or you can keep telling yourself that you're a natural born god of the drums and that nobody will understand your music. And you’ll be spending the rest of your life in toilets, alone and crying…”
He then left without any other word.
For a moment, Izzy wanted to cry again. But thinking about the lecture he just received. He admitted the truth, the only time when he had the chance to share his music. He just leaves and sees either the toilets of the room or a back alley.
This time it was different, someone put him right into his own poop. It was violent but he couldn’t think something else would bring him back to reality.
He felt powerful and angry at the same time, angry at himself. So angry, he gave a punch to the mirror, trying to break it but only managed to hurt himself. He winced a little in pain as he put cold water on it, thankfully he hasn't wounded his hand.
He then exited the restroom as the same dragonite from earlier went to him. “You were here? We searched you everywhere. Every candidates are invited to the after-event banquet unless you don’t want to. But we have to give your instrument back before you leave, naturally.”
Since Izzy was pretty hungry. “I’ll go to the banquet.”
The dark jacket dragon led him to it. “This way.”
The banquet room was big as a hangar. People were all around. Sitting and discussing at tables or picking food at others. Izzy just took some hors d’oeuvre on a plate before he went to sit on a table. But when he heard. “Hey look at this guy, it’s the one who just ran away. What a loser.” So he decided otherwise and actually went outside. He finally found a discreet table near the back alley. The other people weren’t paying any attention to him anyway, too busy discussing and smoking.
He thought about what the luxray told him about people being mean and how he needed to stand. But it was still a little early, he had to prepare himself beforehand.
He quickly engulfed the content of his plate, wondering what he should do next. Leave and search for another audition or wait here until the event closes. Unable to decide, Izzy just waited and got bored.
So to pass time he started to tap on his plate and table with the silverware. Trying to find the good rhythm, until he noticed a bunch of other plates, glassed and bottles.
In no time he had a bunch of ware where he could tap on, and he didn’t wait to do it.
*tikity tac tac tac! tikity tac tac tac!* He rhythmically tapped with the fork and the knife. Imitating himself during one of his training as he accelerated. Faster and faster and complexing each time.
glass, glass, plate, bottle, bottle, plate, plate, glass, plate, bottle.
He orderly taped, each item producing a different sound and it was getting closer and closer to real music. Maybe he could test this one day. Making a Youtube video where he would make a tableware symphony. It could make the buzz.
Izzy was really focused right now, the only thing that was part of his universe was the music he produced.
It’s only when a big shadow fell on him that he got out of his seemingly transe. A bunch of people assembled around him but much. Duncan the giant roo was here. You could deduct he went outside to give a call with his cell phone as he was still holding the device.
Immediately The Buizel fell back into his old habit. Feeling the need to throw back and to run away. He stopped his performance and stood up to quickly leave.
But as he took his first step, a big green furred hand almost slammed in front of him. Blocking his escape route.
“You promised me a drum solo and I’m still waiting for it.” The green roo said, his voice was exactly like his giant body. Much bigger than anyone and really impressive, nobody could stand against this presence. No, especially we’re you’re smaller than it’s paws.
This time, it was the moment to shine for Izzy and he didn’t have any other choice. He swallowed hard before returning to his seat. Everybody around was looking at him as he felt their eyes piercing him. He took the fork and the knife and breathed.
In and out, in and out.
At this moment, there was nothing but silence. The buizel mind was racing but this time he felt like the people around him were disappearing. He hit the table with the fork before he went into his drum partition. Moby Dick from Led Zeppelin with of course some improvisation from him.
Nothing could stop him as at this moment it was only him and the music.
A few minutes after he made a last single hit. There were a few people applauding, it wasn’t a standing ovation but nobody who listened was indifferent to his performance. Some big claps were heard from above, everybody could hear it as it was from the big roo.
“Good, good… But next time you should do it on a real music instrument.” And went away and so the little crowd who assembled.
Izzy was a little deceived. He thought it would have a better success, expecting a better reward for the humongous effort he just pulled.
But finally he contempted himself with that. After this he would surely feel better in public and that was already a big one. A victory on himself.
The buizel felt he didn’t need to stick around so he collected his drum kit and left.
"Where are you going?” Someone asked right after he passed the entry door. Izzy turned to see the luxray who lectured him earlier.
“I’m tired and I want to get home.” He simply responded.
The luxray took a puff on the cigarette he was holding before flicking it away. “I saw you earlier, impressive.”
The buizel felt a little embarrassed. “Thanks. I just improvised.”
The black furred cat chuckled and smirked. “That was more than improvisation. It was good, really good. So good that I want to be the drummer of my group.”
Izzy almost jumped. It was so sudden and surprising. “Me? You want me... In your group?” This was surreal.
“Duncan is offering us a contract for a full tour as a reward for winning the talent show and I need a drummer. All the other one are either bad or not fitting the group’s style.” The luxray then concluded. “You already caught the boss’s attention so jump on it.”
The buizel was puzzled and asked. “You won?”
The luxray rolled his eyes. “Yep, you should go out of your toilet more often. I’ll see you tomorrow, 8am at DuncanCo HQ for the first meeting with the group and the contract signing.”
Izzy was caught short. “Wait, I didn’t say yes!”
But that didn’t matter for the black cat. “You will but before, I must warn you. If you ever pull me another stunt like running away in the middle of a performance. I swear I’ll shove your head into the bowl this time.” And then took his leave.
The buizel was a little scared but also a little thrilled. “Count on this asshole.”
“You’re making great progress!” The luxray loudly answered, giving the finger to Izzy.
*A few months later*
The tour was going smoothly, the group had success. They weren’t superstars yet but all the odds seemed in their favors.
Izzy was melting on the lodge’s couch. They just gave a concert in the capital of a desert country. They were in the depth of the night but it was still so hot. The climatisation was running at full speed.
Luxray opened the door. “Me and the boys we’re going to have fun outside, you coming?”
“No, I won’t get any farther than 2 feet from a climatiser.” He answered, pushing the “colder” button once again.
“Lazy-ass.” The cat quickly added before closing the door.
Izzy relaxed but a knock interrupted his rest again. “Get lost Lux!” He nagged.
The door opened and revealed one of the machoke roadies with his arms full of colorful boxes. “Sorry for entering like this but it’s all addressed to ‘Izzy the buizel’.”
The drummer actually stood up, surprised. “What is all this?”
“Gifts from the fans, sir.” He added before leaving.
It was awesome, Izzy received a little gift or two but there were a dozen of boxes here. Without wasting any time, he randomly took one and opened it. And immediately thought someone was making fun of him.
It was a lamp, an antique oil lamp like the one sold in the many bazaars of this desert country.
He closely examined it, the thing was yellow colored but it wasn’t gold at all.
Sighing Izzy thought maybe it was from a strange fan, all the celebrities have a bunch of them after all.
He then chuckled thinking about the legend of the genie of the lamp. He was in the country where those fairytales were coming from.
So as a joke he took the lamp by the handle and started to rub it like a cartoon hero would do. Wondering what he could wish for.
When his paw rubbed the metal side for the third time, the thing started to shake. Much to the buizel’s surprise.
Blue smoke emerged from the spout and quickly formed a figure with cat ears. Wearing a kimono, a smoke tail replacing it’s leg and smoking a long straight pipe.
Looks like fate wasn’t running out of surprise for Izzy.
It wasn't planned but I wanted to make a gift for my friend AnimalKingdomWolf birthday https://twitter.com/AnimalKWolf/
A simple story featuring AK's OC Izzy the Buizel who's having trouble during a music talent show.
Also featuring as guest star:
Duncan the giant green kangaroo https://www.furaffinity.net/user/duncan
and his overworked but this time bigger than normal underling Quinn https://www.furaffinity.net/user/quinn/
Enjoy the story by clicking on the download button or just by reading it down here.
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Life is a stage so don't go offbeat
Izzy took a great inspiration, it was his big moment, the one where you have to shine. The drum kit was ready, the partition he planned to play was ready. He prepared and rehearsed this intensively during the last weeks.
Ready was an euphemism for him at this instant. He took a moment to arrange his buizel fur, once again. The talent show was in full swing as a pikachu was throwing thunder while rocking his guitar.
“Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!” Izzy heard a rhythmic beat but it wasn’t due to the music. No, this one was way offset and too fast, even for a rock song. He looked around, as those thumps were making him uneasy. But all he could see were the staff working behind the stage and other candidates like him. So where could it come from?
It’s only when the pikachu ended his play that he understood.
He was feeling it right into his chest. “Thump! THUMP! THUMP!” It was his heart! The pumping blood organ was having a fast paced solo in his body.
Izzy couldn't understand why it was doing this so he tried to calm it by breathing slowly. In and out, like anyone or book would advise you to. Sounds good but didn’t work.
His turn was next. Just after the ninja dressed Treecko was disappearing and reappearing at different places of the scene each time he changed instruments.
The buizel dusted off his favorite white and blue jacket, like he did many times while waiting. His heart didn’t calm down. On the contrary, the closer he was to the moment where he had to get on stage, the faster it was beating.
A big dragonite with a staff black jacket announced to him.
“Alright, it’s going to be your turn. You go for a drum only session that’s right?”
Izzy barely looked up at him. “Ha! hum, yeah. That’s right, only a drum…” He managed to stay. The words were either stuck in his throat or couldn’t be found in his mind.
“Are you okay kid?” The dragonite asked, looking to the buizel with worry.
“Yeah I’m alright!” He answered almost jolting at the question, not expecting it. The big dragon then went on his way, talking in his headset.
Problem was… Izzy was lying. That was obvious but even worse, he was doing it to himself. He was far from being okay.
His heart was ready to jump out of his body. He was repeatedly dusting his jacket and fur, his hands shaking.
His double tail was going left and right at a rapid pace, dusting the floor.
It’s only when Izzy felt his stomach going up like when he wanted to throw up that he realized how bad he was. His whole body jerked a little forward and he was thinking about running away.
The treecko finished his song and the jury was giving him their notes and appreciation.
The staff was preparing Izzy’s drum kit but he more saw as an immediate danger he had to run from as fast as he could.
A voice came behind him. “Hey, Are you sure you’re okay?”
Izzy turned himself to see a black furred luxray who was also worried about him. Anyone who would take a look at the Buizel would be.
“I’m fine…” He answered but he didn’t know why. People were throwing lifelines at him but he still refused them and was drowning in his worry.
“Next candidate please!” A voice loudly asked.
Izzy took a first step, feeling his paw getting heavier at each second. The light was on him as soon he stepped on the stage.
The jury was made of 6 persons, all eyeing him intensely. 2 lucarios, 1 clefairy seemingly the one holding the mic, a mewtwo who seemed extremely bored. And a raccoon trying to organize papers as he seemed overwhelmed and overworked.
And lastly but surely the most important and biggest of the room as he was literally filling the whole space with his body.
Duncan. The famous giant green kangaroo, founder of DuncanCo. The main sponsor of the talent show and the music label who’s going to contract the winners.
The buizel felt his paw becoming sweaty and his heart was pedal to the metal. He almost fell off the stool of his drum kit when he sat on it.
“So…” started the clefairy as she went to the raccoon wearing a purple shirt who passed her a sheet. “Izzy, what are you going to play?”
He swallowed, thinking 3 times about the wording of his answer, even if he knew it perfectly. “Moby…” He started but hesitated as he faked to cough and clear his voice. “Moby Dick from Led Zeppelin.”
The clefairy smiled at him. “Alright then, the drum part of Moby Dick the song from Led Zeppelin.”
Izzy took his sticks but his paws were so shaky and sweaty that he unintentionally made it fall.
“It’s okay, don’t be nervous. Take your time and start when you feel ready.” One of the lucario kindly said to sooth him. But it got the reverse effect on the one he was telling it.
The buizel wanted to do anything but being here and playing drums. The jury was so intimidating, plus all the people watching from the backstage.
It was too much for him. If he could just… Shrink… Like becoming too small until he couldn’t be seen anymore. He would do it.
He wasn’t noticing it but he was visibly shaking. He tried to lift his arm and start. But as soon as the stick hit the floor tom he got the irrepressible need to throw up immediately.
He barely said. “Excuse me.” and rushed out of the stage.
The jury members weren’t surprised as they literally saw a buizel literally eaten by fear and nervousness. “Poor kid.” Said the same Lucario who tried to calm him a few seconds ago.
The rest of the talent show went smoothly and at the end the winners were announced. Some cried, others screamed in anger or joy.
But Izzy was far from all of this. After he fled from the stage, he took refuge in one of the restrooms. He actually didn’t vomit contrary to what his body was feeling on stage.
When he reached the toilet, he just sat on it, his legs went numb and couldn’t carry his body anymore.
He was calm, at least for a few seconds as he was trying to realize what he just did. He ran away in front of everybody.
That’s exactly what happened and now he was crying. That's the only thing he thought about and also the only one he could do right now.
Izzy didn't know how much time passed as he couldn’t stop himself from crying. Until someone actually entered the bathroom. He immediately stopped, trying to not look too pathetic and embarrass himself even more.
The luxray from earlier appeared through the door. The buizel hasn't closed or locked it. “Aaah! there you are!” He announced with a smile. “Everybody’s looking for you.”
Searching in his head Izzy tried to come with an explanation or something. Sadly the only thing he could was to cry again.
“Hey! what’s the matter? Come on cheer up, it’s not the end of the world.” The black furred cat tried to sooth him.
The buizel calmed himself. “I know but…” He looked at the luxray. “It’s just that I’m…” he tried again but was unable to finish again.
“You’re too nervous and panicking each time you have to produce yourself in public. right?” Izzy just nodded. “It happens to everybody, you don’t have to worry about that.”
He took both of the buizel shoulders.
“I know… But each time it’s the same. I can play in front of my teacher and my whole music class, in front of my family. So I think I’m finally ready to produce myself in public or in front of a jury.” Izzy paused in his explanation.
The luxray waited a few seconds before he encouraged him. “Come on you can tell me, I’m not going to laugh or tell you anything bad.”
And just like that the buizel emptied his heart. “I miserably fail each time. When I’m not freezing on the stool, I just run away or never show. Because I’m afraid… I’m afraid that people won’t like it, telling me to stop everything. That despite all the time I’m passing to work they would ultimately say. Stop insisting, you suck and don’t have an ounce of talent.” Izzy took inspiration. “I think I’ll never recover from something like this.”
The luxray exhaled. “Okay.” Before he took the buizel out of the toilet cabinet. “I can understand fear, nervousness. We all have been beginners at some points.”
But then he put him in front of the mirror. “But seriously, look at you!”
Izzy looked at his reflection, his eyes red due to the tears, his jacket wet from his crying. That wasn’t pretty.
“You know what I’m seeing? I see someone who doesn’t have any future in the music. Someone who will never do anything in his life because he’s fleeing each time he has to shine.”
“But you said...” The buizel tried to justify himself.
“I’m not saying anything bad or making fun of you. But at some point you need to wake up from your little dream world. Reality’s too harsh from you? Too bad you have to live in it!” At some point he was almost screaming. The nice and gentle luxray was replaced by an angry one lecturing the buizel.
“Some won’t like you or say that you’re bad or completely suck. Because they’re mean or just because the appreciation of talents is varying, depending on the people. A lot of them will be wrong but some of them will be right.
But you’ll need this because it’s the only way to progress, you have to fight them all! To prove them wrong! Work harder! Learn more! So you’ll play louder and shut them up!” Then he took the buizel and shoved him in the cabinet. “Or you can keep telling yourself that you're a natural born god of the drums and that nobody will understand your music. And you’ll be spending the rest of your life in toilets, alone and crying…”
He then left without any other word.
For a moment, Izzy wanted to cry again. But thinking about the lecture he just received. He admitted the truth, the only time when he had the chance to share his music. He just leaves and sees either the toilets of the room or a back alley.
This time it was different, someone put him right into his own poop. It was violent but he couldn’t think something else would bring him back to reality.
He felt powerful and angry at the same time, angry at himself. So angry, he gave a punch to the mirror, trying to break it but only managed to hurt himself. He winced a little in pain as he put cold water on it, thankfully he hasn't wounded his hand.
He then exited the restroom as the same dragonite from earlier went to him. “You were here? We searched you everywhere. Every candidates are invited to the after-event banquet unless you don’t want to. But we have to give your instrument back before you leave, naturally.”
Since Izzy was pretty hungry. “I’ll go to the banquet.”
The dark jacket dragon led him to it. “This way.”
The banquet room was big as a hangar. People were all around. Sitting and discussing at tables or picking food at others. Izzy just took some hors d’oeuvre on a plate before he went to sit on a table. But when he heard. “Hey look at this guy, it’s the one who just ran away. What a loser.” So he decided otherwise and actually went outside. He finally found a discreet table near the back alley. The other people weren’t paying any attention to him anyway, too busy discussing and smoking.
He thought about what the luxray told him about people being mean and how he needed to stand. But it was still a little early, he had to prepare himself beforehand.
He quickly engulfed the content of his plate, wondering what he should do next. Leave and search for another audition or wait here until the event closes. Unable to decide, Izzy just waited and got bored.
So to pass time he started to tap on his plate and table with the silverware. Trying to find the good rhythm, until he noticed a bunch of other plates, glassed and bottles.
In no time he had a bunch of ware where he could tap on, and he didn’t wait to do it.
*tikity tac tac tac! tikity tac tac tac!* He rhythmically tapped with the fork and the knife. Imitating himself during one of his training as he accelerated. Faster and faster and complexing each time.
glass, glass, plate, bottle, bottle, plate, plate, glass, plate, bottle.
He orderly taped, each item producing a different sound and it was getting closer and closer to real music. Maybe he could test this one day. Making a Youtube video where he would make a tableware symphony. It could make the buzz.
Izzy was really focused right now, the only thing that was part of his universe was the music he produced.
It’s only when a big shadow fell on him that he got out of his seemingly transe. A bunch of people assembled around him but much. Duncan the giant roo was here. You could deduct he went outside to give a call with his cell phone as he was still holding the device.
Immediately The Buizel fell back into his old habit. Feeling the need to throw back and to run away. He stopped his performance and stood up to quickly leave.
But as he took his first step, a big green furred hand almost slammed in front of him. Blocking his escape route.
“You promised me a drum solo and I’m still waiting for it.” The green roo said, his voice was exactly like his giant body. Much bigger than anyone and really impressive, nobody could stand against this presence. No, especially we’re you’re smaller than it’s paws.
This time, it was the moment to shine for Izzy and he didn’t have any other choice. He swallowed hard before returning to his seat. Everybody around was looking at him as he felt their eyes piercing him. He took the fork and the knife and breathed.
In and out, in and out.
At this moment, there was nothing but silence. The buizel mind was racing but this time he felt like the people around him were disappearing. He hit the table with the fork before he went into his drum partition. Moby Dick from Led Zeppelin with of course some improvisation from him.
Nothing could stop him as at this moment it was only him and the music.
A few minutes after he made a last single hit. There were a few people applauding, it wasn’t a standing ovation but nobody who listened was indifferent to his performance. Some big claps were heard from above, everybody could hear it as it was from the big roo.
“Good, good… But next time you should do it on a real music instrument.” And went away and so the little crowd who assembled.
Izzy was a little deceived. He thought it would have a better success, expecting a better reward for the humongous effort he just pulled.
But finally he contempted himself with that. After this he would surely feel better in public and that was already a big one. A victory on himself.
The buizel felt he didn’t need to stick around so he collected his drum kit and left.
"Where are you going?” Someone asked right after he passed the entry door. Izzy turned to see the luxray who lectured him earlier.
“I’m tired and I want to get home.” He simply responded.
The luxray took a puff on the cigarette he was holding before flicking it away. “I saw you earlier, impressive.”
The buizel felt a little embarrassed. “Thanks. I just improvised.”
The black furred cat chuckled and smirked. “That was more than improvisation. It was good, really good. So good that I want to be the drummer of my group.”
Izzy almost jumped. It was so sudden and surprising. “Me? You want me... In your group?” This was surreal.
“Duncan is offering us a contract for a full tour as a reward for winning the talent show and I need a drummer. All the other one are either bad or not fitting the group’s style.” The luxray then concluded. “You already caught the boss’s attention so jump on it.”
The buizel was puzzled and asked. “You won?”
The luxray rolled his eyes. “Yep, you should go out of your toilet more often. I’ll see you tomorrow, 8am at DuncanCo HQ for the first meeting with the group and the contract signing.”
Izzy was caught short. “Wait, I didn’t say yes!”
But that didn’t matter for the black cat. “You will but before, I must warn you. If you ever pull me another stunt like running away in the middle of a performance. I swear I’ll shove your head into the bowl this time.” And then took his leave.
The buizel was a little scared but also a little thrilled. “Count on this asshole.”
“You’re making great progress!” The luxray loudly answered, giving the finger to Izzy.
*A few months later*
The tour was going smoothly, the group had success. They weren’t superstars yet but all the odds seemed in their favors.
Izzy was melting on the lodge’s couch. They just gave a concert in the capital of a desert country. They were in the depth of the night but it was still so hot. The climatisation was running at full speed.
Luxray opened the door. “Me and the boys we’re going to have fun outside, you coming?”
“No, I won’t get any farther than 2 feet from a climatiser.” He answered, pushing the “colder” button once again.
“Lazy-ass.” The cat quickly added before closing the door.
Izzy relaxed but a knock interrupted his rest again. “Get lost Lux!” He nagged.
The door opened and revealed one of the machoke roadies with his arms full of colorful boxes. “Sorry for entering like this but it’s all addressed to ‘Izzy the buizel’.”
The drummer actually stood up, surprised. “What is all this?”
“Gifts from the fans, sir.” He added before leaving.
It was awesome, Izzy received a little gift or two but there were a dozen of boxes here. Without wasting any time, he randomly took one and opened it. And immediately thought someone was making fun of him.
It was a lamp, an antique oil lamp like the one sold in the many bazaars of this desert country.
He closely examined it, the thing was yellow colored but it wasn’t gold at all.
Sighing Izzy thought maybe it was from a strange fan, all the celebrities have a bunch of them after all.
He then chuckled thinking about the legend of the genie of the lamp. He was in the country where those fairytales were coming from.
So as a joke he took the lamp by the handle and started to rub it like a cartoon hero would do. Wondering what he could wish for.
When his paw rubbed the metal side for the third time, the thing started to shake. Much to the buizel’s surprise.
Blue smoke emerged from the spout and quickly formed a figure with cat ears. Wearing a kimono, a smoke tail replacing it’s leg and smoking a long straight pipe.
Looks like fate wasn’t running out of surprise for Izzy.
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