THE JACE EXPERIENCE Chapter 8

It’s almost 4 am when we get back. Apparently Daytona is a 24 hour city, so we fill up on burgers and shakes. Already I’m missing Casper. Jack asks Michael to sleep with us, supposedly so Iggy can tuck in with Hippie and Robby. All I can think of is Michael’s dirty, smelly feet. I go to the office and get a second room for Jack and me with one double bed. It’s $30 a night. I fall asleep while fucking Jack, a great wet dream. We need new sheets in the morning. The Spanish maids point at us and giggle. Tim 542

The uncles try to rouse the others. They’re on vampire hours and sleep in until noon. Jack wakes up to find me moping.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t even want to fuck last night.”
“I miss Casper,” I admit. “Maybe he’ll want to stay with his mom. We’re even cutting him out of our sex lives.”
“He told us the sex pact is off.”
“What if he thinks we don’t want him anymore?”
“Stop making up problems. I’ll let him fuck me all night long. He’ll know we love him.”
Jack gets me back in bed and assumes the position. My lack of ardor soon has him on top. I succumb to the weakness I feel when he takes charge and he has his way with me. I feel much better.
The uncles knock on our door and we go outside.
“Do you know that Hippie picked up a biker last night? Is he safe?”
“That’s Iggy. He’s in the band. We got another room, so there’s not three to a bed. Iggy’s harmless unless you’re in a fight.”
“You were in a fight?” they immediately get protective of Jack.
“Yeah, it was more like a brawl. Look at my black eye.” Jack crows.yaoi 05
It’s good to know someone else is protective of Jack. They’re so flustered, they say he had to go to the ER and be checked.
“Stop treating me this way. I’m not your pet. I stand up for myself now. And Tim will kill anyone who threatens me. I’m invincible.” He flexes. Tim 350
They look at each other and start to run towards their room.
“Don’t you dare call Mummy. We’ll take your cars and leave you here in slumsville.”
“Johnny, we only want to keep you safe.”
“Stop calling me that. I’m Big Jack to you from now on.”
“Big Jack-off,” I whisper to him.

We leave to look for the guys and some food. We find both in the same place as yesterday, 24 hour breakfast.
“Look at the love birds,” Robby and Iggy crow. They always bring out the worst in each other.
“Look at the dumbbells,” I counter.
“Yeah, who got an A+ in English when you just got an A?”
“Well, next time, I’ll blow the teacher, too.”
Everyone explodes. The diner patrons glare at us for foul language. We’re in the Deep South.

We take the De Soto to meet Candy and Nate at their house. When I see Casper, I sign, “Miss you.” Tim 413
He rushes over and hugs Jack and me. He signs, “She never stopped loving me!”
“You will always be in her heart.”
His anxiety is gone. I know we haven’t lost him to her.
“What was my boy like?” Candy asks.
“He was wonderful.”
“No, tell me the truth. It couldn’t have been all roses if his step-brother killed him.”
She isn’t one for platitudes.
“Okay. When I met him he was quiet with a perpetual scowl. His only friend was Max.” And Max barks at his name.
“We were all just stoners with no plans other than to be high all day.”
Candy starts crying. Nate comes to hold her hand.
“Oh, my baby.”
“He asked me out of the blue if he could hide at my house because he was being sent to drug rehab. He stayed with me from then on.”
“Jace was gay?”
“No one had ever loved him before. We were just interested in music together. I saw how much talent he had. It was the music that brought us together. That’s when we started the band, right after Halloween. By Thanksgiving we were playing parties and fraternities, as well as on the street. Michael’s girlfriend asked us to play her New Year’s Eve party. We planned to do the whole Romeo and Juliet scenario. We were having a great time, but then his step-brother came home from college. He always bullied Jace and his step-brother John. He threatened me, so I knocked him down and told him to never touch Jace again. Max was ready to attack him. He got a gun to kill Max. He came to my house and threatened us. Jace was protecting Max. Jeff fatally shot him. My dad shot Jeff, who’s in juvie until he’s 25.”
I muffle a sniffle, with Jack sitting next to me. Candy comes over and hugs me.
“Jace wasn’t gay at first. No one had ever loved him. He was terrified about having sex. We were just friends. Once we started the band, it was like a fog lifted. He was so loving. He just responded to my feelings. We also have girlfriends. Soon everyone in the band was affected by him. He taught us all how to play and that we could play any song that was in our heads. After he died we still played Jenna’s New Year’s party and because of all the publicity, ten thousand people came. We played four different sets so everyone would remember him. They call it the Miami Woodstock. Now there’s two bands, with the 14-year-olds playing pop songs at kid’s parties. We’re doing metal and hard rock, plus our own songs. We also got in the news when we succeeded in getting black kids to stay after school for activities. With all the publicity, Ry Cooder asked us to open for Lynyrd Skynyrd next month. All ‘cause of Jace.”
“I’m so glad you found me, but I’m so sad as well. I feel I failed him.” Tim 557
“If yer worryin’ that yer not a good mama, then come to New York for Easter. This whole tour is a Tribute to Jace. It’ll be a movie you can keep forever.” Then I broke out with a bit of Morrison’s “Next whiskey bar,’

“Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why”

“Anyway, he always loved you so much. We had to find you.”
“You saw how good they play. Ur boy musta had hella talent. I believe ‘em.” Nate says.
“Well, let’s get your fine mama on stage, so we can sing the duet we told you about for Free Bird. See if any of Jace’s talent was genetic.”
“Oh, she can sing alright.” Nate affirms. Candy has a little grin going, not quite goofy, trying to look like she doesn’t want to do it.
“Here’s the scoop. Van Zant sings it like he’s telling his old lady he has to be free. In a duet his old lady doesn’t want him to go but knows it has to be. She agrees but still loves him and wants him to stay. On second time through, she really wants him to go and be free. ”
“Man, you boys over think things, but that’s cool.”
“We don’t ever rehearse. However it comes out, this is the song I’ll dedicate to Candy. If you don’t mind I kinda want her to be my good old mama, too?” I ask Nate.
“Totally cool. I’ll put out five frostie ones tonight.”
“Yeah, um, you got an empty Jack bottle you can put out full of ice tea.? Jack’s gotta really make the whiskey song look like Morrison.”
“Is all this plotted out, like the Hell’s Angel showing up at the last minute.”
“You mean Nick? as in the nick of time?  He does Iggy Pop and we left him behind. I wouldn’t ask how he got the motorcycle, but let us know when other Hell’s Angels show up.”
“Jesus, you’re firecrackers.”
“That’s what you said about Robby.”
“Naw, he’s a piss-ant.”
Everyone laughs.
Candy finally gives me the goofy grin.
“You know that smile I showed you last night. That’s not Jace’s goofy grin. j togo 00 That’s yours.”
She’s so happy, she looks ten years younger.
My wheels are turning big time. Would Jack be jealous if I have her do New York instead of him. I need an instant karma moment. It will be enough to do it tonight. I can hardly wait.

We take off, knowing we’ll all be at the bar & grill later. Casper comes with us. We talk about the Free Bird duet. Casper says all three of us would be on the first mic with Candy on the second. Casper would mix Jack and my vocals to sound like Jace. For us we’ll really be hearing Jace sing to his mama. He’ll be letting go but leaving a part of him in her heart.

“Who’d you call?” I ask Jack. “Was it Isaac?”
“Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous of Isaac. He’s straight. It’s the hot head we discussed. No one gets that upset unless they’re gay.”
“Ha, that’s what you think. Yes, I called Isaac, but he was just as upset as Bart, the hot head.”
“You had to brag about your fight.”
“Was my first one, and we won.” Tim 585
“If you call running inside the club with the bouncers winning.”
“Doesn’t matter, man. ‘We are the champions, my friend.’ Let’s open with that tonight.”
‘We’ll be covered with beer.”
“Cool.’

No sign of the pimp and his Jesus whores when we get back to the pier. The storefront kids are there and glad to see us. We tell our wild stories about the bar & grill. They’re impressed that we found Jace’s mama.
“Is Jace Teen Jesus?” one of the boys asks.
“In a sense, he is. I have him in my heart with the Jesus of my confirmation. Have y’all been saved?”
All of them nod.
“When you open your heart to others, you are like Teen Jesus. Other kids will know you have a pure heart and be open to you.”
“Was Teen Jesus pure as the real Jesus?”
“Hell, no. He smoked pot, loved heavy metal, chased girls and all the things teenagers do. It’s his love that makes him like Jesus.”
Casper flies around and hugs each of them. Most can feel him. They smile at me in recognition.
“Some of you might not’t feel him yet, but if you open your hearts to those who do, you’ll begin to feel him, too.”
The kids with his spirit surround those who are blocking it, joining hands and praying for each other. Jace holds everyone who is being prayed over. You can see the acceptance in their faces. He looks a bit exhausted from the exercise. Tim 228
“Anybody not feel it?”
They all smile. No one raises a hand.
‘We need to celebrate. How about we do a sock hop at the Church?”
The pastor had been quiet during all this spirit sharing. The kids go over and beg him to open the Church.
“No heavy metal or drug rock?” he asks.
“We call this the Out-Crowd show. We all feel alienation, so we play 50s and 60s pop rock, dance music.”
“Then, okay.”

We get our guitars and drums. The rest of the band is getting tired of my preaching and needs to play to get over it. We play for an hour. The pastor sends the kids out to spread the gospel. They are full of energy. He walks us back to the car.
“Nice wheels,” he notes
“It’s more like a boat, but it has tons of room and the uncles are paying for the gas.”
I give him $100 from last night’s bar split.
“I wish we could do more. How about we do a sock hop after tomorrow’s Sunday service? You could collect a donation at the door.”
“Only if you come to the service.”
“He’ll take your job away from you, Father,” Jack quips.
“I could use the help. Service starts at 10 am.”
Everybody groans, knowing we’ll be up all night.

After pizza, we’re lethargic, so we go back to the motel and toke up. Jack feigns exhaustion. I’m glad we have a separate room. We leave for a ‘nap.’ No one is deceived. Jack is instantly on overdrive when we are alone. I get on my knees and tell him he needs head to take the edge off before real fucking. Tim 124 It’s been a couple of days of communal sleeping arrangements. It doesn’t take him long to get off, fucking me good in the mouth. We turn to the main action. Just the thought of him fucking me makes my stomach and crotch turn to Jello. I lay back. He takes out a tube of Vaseline lotion. He had thought ahead. I’m in for it. With no pretense of modesty, I lay on the bed and throw my legs up for easy access. With his arms hooking my knees, he stretches me in two Tim 302 and kisses me deep and thorough. My ass is begging for it, as he lubes his dick and fingers the Vaseline into my crack. Instead of grabbing his butt and pulling his dick into me, I lay there waiting for him. He has me totally submissive. The tip of his long hose is rubbing back and forth, teasing me.  Tim 19
“Fuck me, for god’s sake. I need it. Stop teasing and just fuck me.”
“You really want it, then beg me some more.”
“Please, you bitch. I want your dick.”
“A bitch, huh,” and he impales me all the way in, Tim 20 his balls slapping on my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. After all the teasing, I totally relax and roll back so my ass is higher. I hold his shoulder blades as he pumps me. I cum in 30 seconds, while Jack is just getting started. He ignores my spurting dick, keeping up a steady rhythm. just as my orgasm slows. He stays deep within me, pumping me with rapid short thrusts. It feels so good, I start to moan at a higher and higher pitch.
Jack play-slaps me, “Stop sounding like a little girl.”
I catch myself and start chanting, “Jack, Jack, Jack.”
He loves that and returns to the long strokes, pulling all the way out and going all the way to his balls on the downward stroke. Tim 18 My dick has not deflated and is sliding on the Astroglide of Vaseline and cum that covers our lower bellies and pubes. He pulls my ass up and keeps fucking me, as I slide in jerks to the top of the bed. I’m hitting the bed’s headboard  while he thrusts with quick strokes into my ass which is two feet off the bed.
“Take it, take it take it,” He grunts.
“Inside, take me inside, deep inside,” I beg, my neck resting on the pillow as my head bangs into the head-board. My feet had slip upward and cross behind his head.
“Ah, ah ah ah,” was all he could say as his dick was doing its wild whipping inside my belly. Suddenly the bed slats holding the mattress and box spring fall loose. Everything including us drops a foot. Jack tenses and I feel the first splash of cum hit my insides. The bed now on the floor, Jack recovers his rhythm and pumps his orgasm to conclusion. I feel totally dominated. I’ve given in completely. He falls across me.
“Fuck this shit,” I say, pushing him off me and rolling on top of him. Kneeling between his legs, I pull his hips up and smear the cum and Vaseline across his asshole, pushing inside about an inch. Added to his ass sweat, it makes for easy access and I thrust further and further into him with each stroke.
“Yeah, ah, ah yes,” he grunts with each downward stroke. Tim 22
“No, no, no,” each time I pull back. He rubs his face in all the drool and mucus I’d left on the pillow, causing his ass to rock sideways while my dick makes it go up and down. We’re on an amusement park ride, spinning and bobbing. I feel my dick tip turn which causes him to scream in prostate ecstasy. I go rigid while his sideways motion peaks. At my first explosion, we tip over and fall on the floor, with Jack on top of my dick. Instead of just letting each spurt happen, I power through the orgasm, pushing him upwards as he clamped down on my dick. Tim 21 I counted eleven thrusts and spurts until I slowed to sporadic ejaculations, coming at longer and longer intervals.
We wake up later, lying naked, surrounded by all the others.
“Hi guys,” Jack recovers his poise with a big smile. Tim 222
“You didn’t lock your door,” Michael explains, laughing at the broken bed.
Hippie throws a sheet over us, after which he starts laughing. All of us join in.
Time to play rock n roll.

We roll up on the bar & grill. Nate meets us at the back door.
“Jake decided it was safer fer y’all to drink in the ‘green’ room like adult bands than cause a riot in the parkin’ lot. If’n there’s a police raid, y’all gots to git out this here door.”
He leads us to a closet that was empty with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. We store all the amps and guitars inside. We look for Candy, who is helping Nate stock the bar. I notice Casper hanging onto Candy. I never thought about where he was all afternoon. He waves, and I feel fully guilty. Jack hits me beside my head.
“Hey, he gave us a sex pact pass so he could be with his mama.” Jack knows me well. I’m over thinking again.
Casper comes over and starts sniffing us.
“I smell excessive sex pheromones,” he signs.
“Jealous?”
“I knew you couldn’t go two days of communal living.”
“We got a room. We practiced fucking you.”
“Wanna check out the ‘Green Room?”
“We already did. You’ll like the room at the motel better.”
“I don’t care where but the need is now.”
I guess hanging around his mama doesn’t cool his sex drive.
I sucked him off in the closet, while Jack took another turn with me. Tim 81
“What happened to my butt lust buddy?”
“Ever since the brawl last night, he thinks he’s Tarzan.”
“And you, Jane?”
“I’m anxious for your return.”
“How long can we stay in Daytona?”
“Tomorrow we’re going to the storefront church and do a fundraiser with the Out-Crowd set.”
“More Teen Jesus gig?”
“The kids seem to like the idea that Jesus was a normal teenager back in the day. I told them you were a pot smoking hell raiser, er, heck raiser, and girl chaser.”
“No silly abstinence pledges for Teen Jesus.”
“Don’t tell Hippie.”
“Anyway, tonight you’re going to sing Free Bird with Candy, as a way to say goodbye. At least it’s not forever.”
“It’s so cool to be with her. She never stopped loving me. Nate is so good to her, but she’s had it rough. He pretty much rescued her.”
“He’s a cool dude. Who do you want to possess tonight, Jack or me? You already did me once. Is Jack ready?”
“You mind? It’ll be easy to possess your ass. Jack’s a bit feisty today.”
“You’ll have to ignore the fact that he’s still a pain in my ass.”
“We should do this more often.”
“The Guardian warned me it was dangerous. You could take over. We’d be absorbed into the spirit world.”
“You believe that crap?”
“It got you back to me.”
“Consider this: I’m a schizoid illusion that keeps you from cracking up.”
“You asshole. I’m not over thinking that story.”
“Come here, our poor little bottom is a bit whiny tonight.”
He and Jack laugh at me. Then we have a group hug.
Hippie bangs on the door.
“You finished in there. We gotta get our guitars and shit.”
I open the door.
“Smells like teen spirit in here,” he complains.
“More like teen sperm.” Robby comes in after him.
I took my axe and set up. After I tuning up, I go to the bar and ask Nate for the Jack bottle for Jack.
“Candy up for this?’ I ask.
“She’s always up for it.”
“We’re gonna do a Doors set, dedicated to Morrison who’s recently gone. Before ‘Another Whiskey Bar,’ I’ll say we’re also dedicating the songs to Jace and ask Candy to come up. He’ll over act the whole thing chugging the bottle of Jack, then singing the last verse about Alabama mama to Candy. Then I’ll challenge all the Skynyrd heads about last night’s duet and ask Candy to do the girl’s part in the duet. We’ll do the lyrics twice and then I’ll do the long guitar solo. Jace insisted we follow the original. I’ll be trying to channel Jace, if I seem to be acting weird. It’s a way for her to say goodbye. Free bird was a song we did the first night we played together. Then we’ll take a break, looking for some cold frosties. Thanks Nate.”
“Man, it ain’t Rock n Roll when ya havta to think so much.”
“No argument there. Who knows what will actually happen.”
“That’s Rock n Roll.”

I go back on stage and check the crowd. It’s double Friday night’s turnout. I’m not about to think they were there for our music. Probably they want another brawl. Maybe they’re all Max fans. Candy gives me a big wave. I get that sinking feeling in my gut just like when I let Jack dominate me. As soon as I give into it, I’m floating above myself. Tim 491Casper is going to play the whole set. Why not? Jack’s looking in my direction, so I give him a thumbs up. He just shakes his head. He stepped up to the mic.
“Good evening, Daytona (not the) Beach. We’re False Gods from Miami. You welcomed us last night with free beer and a parley in the parking lot. You asked us back, so it’s time you showed a little respect.”
Jack turns and whistles. He yells ‘Max.’ who comes trotting out. He runs over to Casper, jumps up and tries to lick his face. He knows Casper.
“Max is our guardian, so watch out.”
Jack is going on too long. A few wise guys start talking back at him. The beer will be flying next.
“We’re all gonna show some respect to a dead rock hero. This set is dedicated to Jim Morrison, gone too soon but never forgotten.”
Casper launches into ‘Light My Fire,’

as Jack grabs the mic from its stand and starts strutting across the stage, tearing his shirt off and rolling his jeans down to show his pubes. Tim 105 He’s going commando tonight. Felix would be disappointed. Alternating between holding the mic and swigging from the Jack bottle, he proceeds to get drunk (in his mind). Lurching like he’s going into the crowd, the long guitar solo allows him to move everywhere. He grabs a younger lady and sings “LA Woman’ to her:

“Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, c’mon…”

Songwriters
John Densmore;Jim Morrison;Robbie Kreiger;Ray Manzarek
Published by
DOORS MUSIC COMPANY

When her boyfriend grabs her back, Jack goes into ‘Love Her Madly,’ chasing them back into the crowd.

“Don’t you love her ways?
Tell me what you say?
Don’t you love her as she’s walkin’ out the door?
All your love
All your love
All your love
All your love
All your love is gone
So sing a lonely song
Of a deep blue dream
Seven horses seem to be on the mark”

Songwriters
John Densmore;Jim Morrison;Robbie Kreiger;Ray Manzarek
Published by
DOORS MUSIC COMPANY

At ‘mark’ Jack runs back and jumps on stage, finishing the song and taking a big swig of Jack. Then he starts staring weirdly out at the crowd and jumping down in front again. Picking out random people, he sings, ‘People are Strange.” Copy of Ichigo05

 

 

“People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down…”

Songwriters
John Densmore;Jim Morrison;Robbie Kreiger;Ray Manzarek
Published by
DOORS MUSIC COMPANY

Back on stage, Jack flops onto his back, taking another swig, and sings from a prone position ‘Riders in the Storm,’ bringing the energy down a notch. Tim 135

It gets the ladies swaying and takes the guys attention away from us. I floated around the room looking for Candy. I hear her telling everyone that we’re her son’s band who came to play for her.
Jack is up and swaying with the mic back in its stand, which he’s using to keep upright.
“Well, looks like you all might just like the Doors after all. Well, here’s their song for you,” and he starts ‘Roadhouse Blues’ to sustained cheers

“Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
The future’s uncertain and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby roll
Let it roll, baby roll
Let it roll, baby roll
Let it roll, all night long”

Songwriters
John Densmore;Jim Morrison;Robbie Kreiger;Ray Manzarek
Published by
DOORS MUSIC COMPANY

We win them over. Jack follows up with ‘Crystal Ship,’

and more jumping into the crowd again with ‘Hello, I Love You,’ zeroing on ladies around him.

As the crowd presses back, Jack jumps back up on the stage. He launches into ‘Love Me Two Times Babe,’ swiveling his hips and doing pelvic thrusts.

“You like that?” he mocks. How about a tribute to the King,” and launches into ‘Teddy Bear.’

“That ones for all you old fucks,” he mocks. The bear roars back with cups of beer flying at us.
“Gimme a beer,” he taunts them.
A wave of suds pours down on the band.
“That’s right. You’re old.”
More beer comes down.

Standing with his hands on his hips, he dared them to continue, but everyone was backed up at the bar. I pointed to where Candy was standing in the back.
Jack waves and yells, “Come on up, Candy. We got a real surprise for everyone.”
Candy pushes her way through as Jack took swig after swig from the Jack bottle.
“Y’all know Candy as Nate’s old lady, and a fine one she is.” A few cheers. “We came to see her because she’s the band’s founding guitarist’s  mama.” More cheers.
“Since we’re doing tributes to those who are gone, I wanna do one for your eldest, Candy. Jace was a musical genius. We came to thank you for the little time he had with us. It meant everything.” By this time he was swaying and slurring his words.
He raised the Jack bottle toward me, “We miss you Jace and not only did you give us inspiration but now the band has a real hot mama.” He salutes Candy with another swig and we launch into ‘Alabama Song, aka Another Whiskey Bar’, singing the final verse as a tribute to Candy:

“Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old Mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why.
Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
For if we don’t find the next whiskey bar
Tell you we must die
Tell you we must die
Tell you, tell you, tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our dear old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why”

Songwriters
WEILL, KURT/BRECHT, EUGEN BERTHOLD
Published by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Hippie decides to rescue Jack and struts across the stage, double picking the omp-pah bass beat. He stands above Jack, kicking him to make him get up, Jack jumps up and lurches across the stage with the mic in his hand, falling on his back and singing the full song through, from the floor. He throws the mic down at the finish with a loud explosion through the PA. Casper/me hold out our hand to Candy and pull her up on stage.
“Sing with me,” he asks.
She nodded with that goofy grin I love.
“Y’all gave us a little trouble last night in the parking lot over Skynyrd’s ’Free Bird, calling us pussy boys for singing it to each other. So we’ll give you a chance to hear us do it proper with Candy singing her part in the duet.”
Cheers rang out plus a few ‘Skynyrd rules, you suck.”
Max appears beside Jace and barks. Jace launches into the long intro with Candy moving over and hanging on his shoulder as he cranks out the leads. Tim 261

When the verses come up, Jace sings:

“If I leave here tomorrow” (Jace sings to Candy)
“Would you still remember me?” (She sings back)
“For I must be traveling on, now,” (Jace returns.)
“’Cause there’s too many places,” (She replies)
“I’ve got to see.” (We both sing)
“But, if I stayed here with you, girl” (Jace)
“Things just couldn’t be the same” (Candy)
“’Cause I’m as free as a bird now” (Jace)
“And this bird, you can not change.” (She finished.)”

… and together they sing the long chorus with Jack and Hippie doing backups:

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change
Lord I can’t change
Won’t you fly high, free bird, yeah?”

Songwriters
VAN ZANT, RONNIE / COLLINS, ALLEN
Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

The two sing the verses again. Jace plays out the long finishing solo. Everyone in the band know it’s Jace playing, not me. I’d tell them later I just let Jace take over. I’m the free bird floating above the room, watching my first true love sing to the mother he never knew. It’s my blue wispy tears that cascade down on them, hovering around Jace/me, as he plays for exactly seven minutes. At the finish, people are yelling Skynyrd,’ not to put us down but in recognition of the greatest Southern Rock song of all time. Sorry Allman Brothers, you stayed around too long.
Finally the cheers erupt. We try to get off stage, but they insisted on an encore, even though we had promised a second set. We come back on before I realize Casper has returned me to my body.
“How about “Simple Man?” I ask Candy. She nods and we had her stay on stage and sing with us. She comes in on the second verse: Tim 296

“Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it’ll help you some sunny day
Oh, take your time don’t live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
Go find a woman you’ll find love
And don’t forget son there is someone up above

And be a simple kind of man
oh,Be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won’t you do this for me son if you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand…”

Songwriters
VAN ZANT, RONNIE / ROSSINGTON, GARY ROBERT
Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Having the local girl on stage turns the crowd. We finally get real applause and cheers, even some whistles.
“Y’all like that better than last night. Well, after our little set-to in the parking lot, all we gots to say is this:

“We are the champions – my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
‘Cause we are the champions of the World”

Songwriters
Mercury, Freddie
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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

“We’ll be back,” I promise and we run outside. Hippie helps the drunken Jack make it off stage. When out of sight, he quickly straightens up.
“You ain’t drunk,” Hippie observes.
“Here, take a swig,” Jack offers him the bottle, now mostly spit.
He smelled it. “Ice tea. Why am I the only one who doesn’t know what’s happening.”
“What’s happening, Hippie?” we mock him.
“Sock it to ‘em,” Robby teases.
“Fuck you guys,” as he tips back a cold one.
Robby takes out a doobie, showing Candy how to draw it by covering the pinhole. nancy I luxuriate in seeing the real goofy grin in it’s original form. Jack is desperate for a review of his stage antics. I’m oblivious. Michael and Robby are into some argument about who missed a beat. Finally, I look at him.
“Yes?”
“Was that the best show ever,” he insists.
I pull him into the ‘Green Room’ and let him fuck me for the umpteenth time that day. My ass was squeaking before he was done.
“You killed it, man,” I tell him.
“Your ass hurts that much?” He’s distressed.
“No, man. Your Morrison was incredible. Even Hippie thought you were blind drunk.”
“Let’s really do it, next time. Real Jack for Jack.”
“Have you ever really been drunk?”
“Well, I had two glasses of champagne one Christmas and threw up.”
“Parents allow you to drink enough to not get drunk.”
“I suppose you get really drunk as you call it.”
“I’m the jock, remember. But once in Alaska, we camped out and all of us got drunk on vodka. My friend was sleeping in my tent and threw up all over it. It was gross but I cleaned him up, He hugged me all night long. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I was 14.”
“And now you know everything at 16.”
“Just about. Hey, did you see me flying around? I was really Free Bird.”
“More like Big Bird. But, yeah, you guys switched right at the start of the set. You should tell me.”
“I didn’t know it was coming. Casper and I talked about it but we couldn’t decide who should switch, you or me.”
“He can do that to me?”
“We weren’t sure. We’d done it only once before.”
“Ew, I’m glad he didn’t try,” he shivers.
“Not ready for a little out-of-body experience.”
“No. What if I get stuck up there? Stranded at the Daytona Bar & Grill for eternity.”
“Ew, redneck hell.”

We go outside to the Chrysler.  It’s redneck heaven: Robby passing out joints, Iggy teaching all his fans Stooges songs, Hippie surrounded by all the groupies, and Candy perched on the hood talking with Michael about Jace.
“Oh, Tim. You really did love him, didn’t you?”
“’Til all the cows come home.”
“That’s not a Southern expression.”
“You ready to sing a full set. We owe ‘em another one.”
“I only know a few songs.”
“Hey, you knocked ‘em dead already. You tell us which songs to do. We’ll know ‘em.”

We all walk back on stage and the crowd starts cheering.
“Y’all want Candy to sing some more?”
A big cheer. Someone yelled ‘more Skynyrd.’
“Well, y’all gotta come down to their show in Miami next month and get the real thing.”
Candy mouths, “Hey Paula.’
Jack comes up to the mic:

“Hey, hey Paula, I wanna marry you
Hey, hey Paula, no one else could ever do
I’ve waited so long for school to be through
Paula, I can’t wait no more for you
My love, my love”

Candy steps up and comes in with her response:

“Hey Paul, I’ve been waiting for you
Hey, hey, hey Paul, I want to marry you too
If you love me true, if you love me still, our love will always be real
My love, my love”

They sing together:

“True love means planning a life for two
Being together the whole day through
True love means waiting and hoping that soon wishes we’ve made will come true
My love, my love…”

Songwriters: LEVY, MORRIS/PEABODY, JOHN/CALLENDER, BOBBY /
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP

Next she mouths ‘He’s a Rebel.’”

To prove the point we next did ‘Dixie.’ Southern Man and Neil Young be damned. Tim 363

“Robert E Lee High,” I yelled. A dozen people yelled back “Skynyrd.”
We did ‘Peggy Sue,’

‘La Bamba,’

and ‘Chantilly Lace.”

“They all died Valentine’s Day 1959, in case you forgot,” she reminds them it is a tribute to dead rockers. “We were in high school. Don’t ever forget.”
Someone shouted, “Junior High.”
“Then you missed it, kid.”
We go through her repertoire of 50s and 60s pop. The crowd love it but no one is riled up to buy more drinks. I mouthed to Jack ‘Little Richard.’
“Gotta get you dancing, fools,” Jack tells them and starts ‘Tutti Frutti.’”

 

 

There actually are some black folks there. They get up front and put on a 50s swing dance exhibition. Soon white girls are dancing with each other, too. The boys are holding back.
Jack starts ‘Do You Love Me’ by the Contours, with Candy coming in for the duet:

“You broke my heart ’cause I couldn’t dance,
You didn’t even want me around.
And now I’m back to let you know I can really shake ’em down.

Do you love me?
(I can really move, )
Do you love me?
(I’m in the groove.)…”

Songwriters: Gordy, Berry, Jr
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

The guys can’t resist showing off their high school moves. We have them dancing to their memories. Soon the lines at the bar get longer. We keep it up for two hours. Halfway through I yell at Nate, “Get this lady a drink.” He comes over with her favorite beverage and five frosties for us. It keeps us going well past 1 am.

Finally we’re almost done in.
“Now you know where our guitarist got his talent. We wanna thank y’all for makin’ tonight’s tribute a true Southern revival. His spirit soars. Give a big hand for Candy. Nate, give her another drink. She can’t go out on a Saturday night and just have one drink.”
Candy kisses me and jumps down to run over to Nate where she disappears into his big arms.
“We’re going to finish with Jace’s and my personal song. It ain’t Metal and it ain’t Southern, but it’s how we lived our lives together. Pink Floyd.” No one yells or boos, so we do the lyric portion (at 8:42) of “Shine on You Crazy Diamond:’ Tim 190

 

 

“Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on, you target for faraway laughter
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well, you wore out your welcome with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on, you raver, you seer of visions
Come on, you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine”
Songwriters
WATERS, ROGER / GILMOUR, DAVID JON / WRIGHT, RICK
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I lift my arms and shout, “Jace.” I pointed to Candy at the bar. She toasts me with her drink.
We walk off, but no one is letting us off that easy. After about 10 seconds we ran back on.
“You asked for it, so you’re getting’ it. But please hear how we changed the lyrics.
I start singing “Southern Man…”

The beer rains down before they could hear our changes. We make it through, ducking and weaving as the plastic cups keep coming. We’re covered in beer. Max runs out, barking at the crowd, then starts lapping at the pooled spilled beer. There’s no call for another encore.
We sit on the edge of the stage while people come up.
Nate brings over more beer. Robby takes another joint from behind his ear, Jack gets horny Tim 575 and everyone is staring real hard at the two of us. Time to blow this joint and blow my horny boyfriend.
Jake comes up with our bar split.
“You sure know how to make these boys buy beer. I should put a drain in on stage and recycle all of it.”
“You said to make ‘em want more. You didn’t say that they had to actually drink it.”
He lays down a thousand dollars. “And that’s after the cleaning fee.”
We don’t complain. I just pocket the Jacksons.
Y’all still drivin’ north or ya lookin’ for a house band gig?”
“That’s tempting. But we gots people ta see, things ta do, and places ta be. New York City. Our families and girlfriends are meeting us there on Thursday.”
“Well, com’n back here someday. I know a few other roadhouses further north if’n you want to play some more?”
“How’s about North Carolina?”
“Sure. There’s the Tar River Tavern near Charlotte. Guy’s name is Sonny. I’ll call him fer ya. How’s about Monday and Tuesday nights. You seem to pull a crowd on yer second night.’
“Thanks, Jake.” As I pump his hand.

Candy comes over. “Take me with,” she whispers. Nate put his big arms around her and says she’s goin’ no where. Casper is sad. Candy comes to me.
“I felt it was Jace singing with me earlier. I could see his grin again.”
“It was. He’s in my heart. I wanted him to be in yours as well.”
“He’s always been there. I miss him so, but something in my heart says to trust he loved me.”
“He never stopped missin’ the mama he was too young to remember. He had so much love hidden. Your ex and his step family were mean, evil people. I loved him.” It all comes rushing out. Then I start to sob.
“Oh, Tim. You’re just a boy, too.” She hugs me until the sobs are gone.
“I’ve learned not to do that,” I apologize.
“You ever need motherin’, just get back here. I’ll be a’waitin.’”
Nate wraps her in his arms while Jace has me in a shoulder lock.

At the Chrysler, Iggy is holding forth on Iggy’s ‘Dog’ song. Max runs up and knocks him down. They roll in the dirt. The good ol’ boys are laughing and sharing the last of the joints. Max jumps up. Sitting in front of a toker, he barks to say he’s in. The guy gives him a shotgun. Max rolls over and wiggles his legs in the air. Everyone laughs. Max runs over to a corner and does his Our Gang’s Spot/Petey routine. Tim 317People are chanting, ‘Max Max Max.’ He jumps up and barks once for every time someone yells his name. I throw him in the back with Iggy. The other five of us are all in the front seat, hootin’ and a’hollarin’ as we fishtail out the parking lot. Goodbye Daytona Bar & Grill.

We go directly to 24 hour breakfast for burgers and shakes, hitting the motel again after 4 am. We’d promised Casper to make our own room his pleasure palace. Someone had rebuilt our bed. He rapes Jack, leaving my ass hors de combat. I pull out a joint and Jack revs up his aggression. Soon Casper is on his knees, sucking me and taking it from Jack.  We finish with him taking it from Jack while I plow Jack in the same way. I still need to soak my ass in the tub to help it recover its pristine beauty. We sleep for a couple of hours before Hippie tentatively knocks to ask if we’re up. It’s time for church services. Jack hops out of bed and pulls us with him. He wants us to put on our Sunday best. We tell him Mummy isn’t going to be there and just wear the few clothes we had that don’t stink of stale beer.

We all file into the storefront. It’s just the Pastor  and the usual kids, several of whom are new. I learn they escaped from the pimp when he skipped town. Pastor welcomes us and the kids all cheer. He winks at us when he notes we must have worked extra hard the previous night. Jack squeezes both me and Casper on the knee. Halfway through the service, he asks if anyone wants to do the Bible reading. Hippie gets up and reads the parable about a rich guy having to squeeze through a needle’s eye to get into heaven, reflecting how few rich people were at the service: none, except if you count me with $1400 band earnings in my pocket. There’s no collection. Again the Pastor enthused about our interest in his ‘flock.’ There were hymns sung. I noticed this was more like a Baptist service than my stolid Catholic Mass. Hippie was right at home as the kids were standing up and waving their hands to heaven while swaying to the hymns. I expect rolling in the aisle, but it doesn’t go that far. No tongues! After a short prayer, the Pastor asks if I would do the sermon. I come to the front.
I give my usual abuse speech. Tim 451
“We thank you for being so welcoming. I see there are a few more kids here from that group we chased off the pier. I know they are especially welcome. Somehow Pastor finds a way to keep you off the streets and out of the clutches of evil adults like that pimp. When I was 14 he tried to turn me with promises of money and safety. I knew he was evil from the feeling I got speaking with him. Learning to know who you can and cannot trust is the first step in becoming ‘street smart.’ I was lucky because I had made friends with kids my age from New York who taught me how to act and who to trust.
“Y’all trust the Pastor?” They all yell ‘yes.’
“Y’all know how to test a stranger as to whether you can trust them or not?” Silence.
“I open my heart to everyone. It instantly knows the haters from the good people by whether they open their hearts back. You can’t be open-hearted if you don’t have love in your heart. Yesterday there were several people who had trouble opening their hearts to the rest of us. Stand up if you were able to break down the wall that made you hard-hearted.” Tim 574
Three boys stood up and smiled. I knew they had been changed.
“Com’n down and help the new kids open up, even just a little.”
They come and stand by me. I ask the new kids to stand up. I feel their fear from what the pimp had forced them to do. They mostly hope they’ll find acceptance here.
“I believe you want to open up and be accepted. Come’n down with us here in the front.”
Three girls come down. I had them look into the eyes of the three boys who were already open. Slowly their spirits lift. They reach out to the kids across from them, just tentatively taking their hands. Smiles are exchanged and everyone cheers. I had the six sit together.
“Remember that the love in your hearts comes from the other people in your life that you have let in. No kid wants to be alone. Runaway means you had no one at home to turn to. Finding this group is what your heart yearns for and needs. Trust each other and help those who also need to be trusted. No one’s perfect but your heart is always pure.”

That’s enough. Teen Jesus was out of his cage and running amok. I know that learning to trust each other is what they need. Even we at 16 aren’t really in the peer group of runaways. Again it was sex that divides teens at about 15. Kids naturally trust each other. Street smarts is learning which older people they can trust. As long as they have each other, they can move forward and enter the adult world. Any mistakes and hurts along the way are healed by the love of their friends. Having someone they totally trust means trusting them about sex as well. The homophobes claim gays are trying to recruit kids. The gay kids just need someone to love them. Allowing good kids to learn from each other makes it seem like the homophobes were right, calling the gay kids exploiters. The haters’ purpose is not to protect kids but to hunt out and punish the gay ones. At least half these runaways have been sexually exploited, usually by closeted adults or criminals like the pimp. I think about Jace and John, how damaged they were by an older teen, their brother Jeff. Jace was old enough to be healed and able to love, so when the love came out, it was boundless. John is younger. The guilt and shame results in him being unable to talk with anyone. Maybe there’s hope for him in growing older with those who honestly love him.
All these thoughts came in a flash. I turn back to the group.
“I don’t know how Pastor feels about sex. Most churches are sex-negative. That attitude has produced an uptight, bottled up society. For me being sexual has been among the greatest joys and strongest depressions of my life, but it makes me feel alive. I feel old at 16 because I see you at 13 14 15 as ready to experience life to its fullest. Trust your hearts, not your hormones, and you will be fine. Tim 137
“How about we play some music and see if we get people who can donate to the Church to come in off the street and share the joy?”

Pastor walks with me, as we go to get the equipment.
“You’re pretty bold to talk about sex.”
“I only worry that I was giving them a mixed message, as I don’t know what you feel about it.”
“I guess I avoid it. Most of them have been sexually abused. It’s traumatic to talk about.”
“Yeah, Jace’s 14 year old brother is going through it. Last week he opened up to an adult. This week he stopped talking to everyone. He’s almost catatonic.”
“Does counseling help?”
“Right now he’s living with another family. His new mom is reading ‘The Little Prince’ to him.
“That’s pretty old-fashioned.”
“Yeah. I promised I’d never tell about what happened. It’ll be years before he’ll open up to a shrink.”
“Good luck.”
“So, we didn’t contradict what you tell them.”
“I wish I could tell them to love each other in all ways, but I fear repercussions.”
“Like I tell the kids, go with what’s in your heart.”
“You are like fresh air to them and me.”
“Well, if the sock hop works and you raise some money, just keep doing it. Records work almost as well as a live band.”
“I can only hope.”
“When the Police come, if they do, work with them. They have to be happy the pimp and his sex slaves are gone. With their support, I bet you can provide housing and services for your kids.”
“The kids are so fearful of the police. If I’m seen as cooperating with the cops, a lot of them will feel threatened and may run.”
“Talk with them. You have their trust.”

We play for two hours. The crowd of kids gradually builds, while Pastor stands outside and talks with passersby. Even the doubters about music see how happy the kids are. Pastor constantly has the kids coming to him about every little thing. Seeing him work so well with the kids convinces the many tourists that it’s a worthy cause. At the end he has over $500 donated.

It’s Palm Sunday, so I suggest we play a benefit at the doorway. The kids can spread the Word and collect donations from the tourists.
“We’ll play the Concert for Bangladesh,“ I enthuse, “Do you play, Pastor?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“Great. I’ll show you the chord changes, then we’ll get you playing for the kids. It goes on forever. I’ll get one of the kids to relieve Hippie. Then we’ll get this Church a’rockin.’”

I turn down my volume and played the Bangladesh anthem for him, making him do the changes on Jack’s spare guitar. Michael and Hippie are playing low until Pastor was ready to go.
I turn around. There’s a crowd built up on the pier spilling into the street.
“Okay, people,” I speak into the mic. “It’s hand wavin’ and feet movin’ time. Y’all gots to keep movin’ and shakin’ in the street ‘less the cops close us down.’

I turn up the amps and switch on the mic, “It’s benefit time, so listen to what I have to say” Tim 259
I laid down the leads like a pro, everyone came in on time

Pastor came to me
With sadness in his eyes
He told me that he wanted help
Before his church dies
Although I couldn’t feel the pain
I knew I had to try
Now I’m asking all of you
To help us save some lives

Daytona Beach, Daytona Beach
Where so many people are living fast
And it sure looks like a mess
I’ve never seen such distress
Now won’t you lend your hand and understand?
Relieve the children of Daytona Beach
Daytona Beach, Daytona Beach
Such a great disaster, I don’t understand
But it sure looks like a mess
I’ve never known such distress
Now please don’t turn away
I want to hear you say
Relieve the children Daytona Beach

Relieve Daytona Beach
Daytona Beach, Daytona Beach
Now it may seem so strange from where we all are
It’s something we can’t neglect
It’s something I can’t neglect
Now won’t you give some bread to get the starving fed?
We’ve got to relieve Daytona Beach
Relieve the children of Daytona Beach
We’ve got to relieve Daytona Beach
Relieve the children of Daytona Beach

Songwriters
George Harrison
Published by
HARRISONGS LIMITED

We get back to the motel by 2 pm. The uncles hit all their spots in town and are anxious to get on the road. They talk about making it to Savannah GA by night, promising they’ll show us around all the drag show bars. Only Hippie shows a lack of interest. Our need to catch up on sleep vetoes their plans for a quick getaway. Casper also wants to spend a few extra hours with his mama. We all line up at the pay phones and make obligatory calls to the parents. I hear Jack complaining about having to spend Palm Sunday at a storefront church but Mummy told him she’s glad he was in church at all. Then he calls Isaac to brag about how tough he is, claiming to have fucked at least fifteen times over the weekend; gender is not mentioned. My ass still twinged at the mention of his expertise. He also brags about the brawl and getting wasted on Jack. Teenagers. Michael let me speak with Mike Sr. about band business and how the logistics were working out.
“We made $1500 for two nights at the local road house, but I gave $200 to a storefront church.”
“Teen Jesus must still be with you. Do the others know you’re giving away band money?”
“Yeah, but..”
“So they have no say about your generosity.”
“I kinda need some advice, I guess.”
“Take the $200 out of petty cash and exchange the $1500 for travelers cheques for safe keeping. I’ll do the accounting later. Just to put the $200 in perspective, Martin’s production company sent us $30,000 for the video he shot.”
“Holy crap.”
“Language, son.’
“Yes, dad.”
He chuckles. “Well, I sense all is going well. Your wise-ass attitude is undented. Michael said Jace’s mom sang with you last night.”
“Yeah, it was angelic. Her smile is identical to Jace’s when she’s truly happy. Can we fly her to New York?”
“Let’s stop asking people to spend my money.”
“Well, her old man says she can’t leave him. He knows we might never let her go.”
“Adults have their own lives, son.”
“Yeah, but it was great having her sing. The crowd really turned to our side after that. She’s a local.”
“They weren’t eating out of your hand before.”
“They were loving/hating us for playing covers of their favorite band and playing Neil Young’s song about them all being racists.”
“Don’t rile up a hornets nest.”
“They all loved Max. He kept order.”
“How’d your own songs go over?”
“Well, they love hearing their favorite covers more, but it was the best reception yet”
“It’s a work in progress. On that note, Martin arranged for the Abyssinian Baptist performance on Sunday and a place called CBGB’s on Good Friday night. How will playing the devil’s music on Friday affect Sunday’s Easter hymns?”
“We’ll be angels with dirty faces.”
“Love-able as ever. Michael seems to be having fun.”
“He knows he’s seeing Jenna in a couple of days.”
“Should we come earlier for the Friday show?”
“Great. Max will be there to protect her.”
“Why’d you chose the Chelsea. We’ll all be at the Waldorf.”
“It’s thirty dollars a night. Hey, we can’t live like rock stars yet. The Chelsea’s for real rockers like us. William Burroughs lives there. We’re livin’ the life.”
“What’s the plan now?”
“We’re catching some zzz’s here. The Uncles plan on driving to Savannah and taking us to famous drag shows, if they can get us in. Then we’re booked in Charlotte NC for two nights. I got people there to impress. After that we have all Thursday to get to New York City.”
“No bible groups.”
“We pretty much max’d out here in Daytona. Teen Jesus was preachin’ sex for teens as long as it‘s with someone their own age. Love conquers all.”
”Tell Michael that Jenna’s not his own age yet.”
“He’s well aware. Be proud that he’s a true gentleman.”
“He still believes he’s a Romeo. You know how that ended.”
“All’s well with the Antonio’s and Lombardi’s? It’s not like the Capulet’s and the Montague’s?”
“Definitely not.”
“Have no fear, then.”
“You are my hero, Tim.’
“Likewise.”

I finally call my folks.
“Hi, Dad. Put Mom on the other phone, so we can all talk.”
“Who’s giving the orders here?”
“You. Of course. But I don’t think she needs to be ordered about.”
“Wise ass.”
“Love you, too. Dad.”
“What do you need?”
“Did you go to Church with the Stones again.”
“Of course. They offered to send a car, if we needed it.”
“I can’t believe I’m so happy you both made it to Mass. I must be having a nightmare. Still coming next week to New York.”
“Your friends’ parents think they can order us around.”
“It’s all good, Dad.”
“Okay, okay. Here’s Susan.”
“Hi, Tim. How are you holding up? Where are you?”
“I need my laundry done. We played a roadhouse for two nights in Daytona and got covered in beer. They really liked us.”
“That’s nice, but are you old enough to be in a bar?”
“They made us stay out in the parking lot the first night. When all our new fans went out to meet us, they lost bar business. We stayed in their ‘Green’ room the second night.”
“That’s nice that you have new fans.”
“Guess what, Mom. We met Jace’s real mama. We even had her sing with us last night.”
“Oh, Tim. You really miss him, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Mom. I even cried on stage a little. Not as much as before. She is so nice. She has all that musical talent he had, too.
“Guess what else, Mom. Just don’t tell Dad, ‘cause I want to surprise him. We got paid $30,000 to do that movie last week.”
“Oh, my goodness, he’ll be so proud of you.”
“What? What?’ I heard in the background. I gulp, realizing he was listening.
“Just tell him I’m glad we’ll see you in New York next week.”
“We’re so happy for you, son.” That’s the first time she called me son.
“Gotta go. Love you both.” I got off the line fast, so I could sob by myself. Except Jack and Casper somehow appear and hug me.
“I gotta stop this crying shit,” I tell them. Tim 120