orangetoughguy | log post II

[Okay. Never mind then. Larry leans back against a upright piano.]

Looks nice.

[Not that that is a factor that matters either. Standing there and able to hook it up he's impressed. The old man don't know shit about music in the technical sense. Ears are open for Freddy's critique. The fact that Geddy Lee had an ax like this is a note of quality, right?]

[Totally a note of quality, that Paul McCartney guy uses one too but who cares when there's Geddy Lee? If Freddy wanted to get taken for all he's worth (in the money sense) he'd unleash his inner fanboy 35 minutes ago. Fortunately he keeps it underwraps which should make Dimick's dealings a bit easier. He knows Larry's always willing to pay top dollar for top quality but he's not someone who would buy the Brooklyn Bridge either.]

It needs a little tuning but it sounds great.

[The light color body makes his hands look as if they're disappearing into the instrument but his fingertips practically glow against the black scratch plate. He'll try out a few others but it's clear the kid is sold on this one.]

[It's plain to see on his face. That's adoration. Having seen it many times himself, the old man can recognize it. All the same he stays off to one side. Looking around at the rest of the musical junk. Though he wanders to bother that shaggy son of a bitch in his loitering to ask if they tune here. The man said yes though it looked like it pained him.

Yep. Dimick is planning on dropping quite a bit. Only the best.]

[It takes only two other guitar try outs for the kid to come back to the Rickenbacker. Play it cool Newendyke, the old man knows it but does the shaggy guy know it? Freddy downplays his own enthusiasm with hands in his pockets.]

I don't know...I'm gonna need an amp. Maybe I should sleep on it or somethin'.

[He says after rejoining Larry's side, presumably in the company of that other guy. See Freddy can play the game too. When it's about stuff he actually understands it's a little easier. Suits and cufflinks and all that are a different story.]

[Sleep on it? Woah. Wait? What? The old man doesn't express exactly how confused he is by this sentiment. He's watching the delivery. What does it mean? Wait. Watch. Learn.

Aware of the future noise and aware of the lack of sleep he may have don't discourage his determination to get the kid a guitar.]

You wanna try another place...?

[This is helpful if the answer is yes and if the answer is no.]

[Now now now no need to be hasty. Shaggy's buddy here can knock off a digit or two to make a sale, has he made one all day? Not quite. And that Rickenbacker's been sitting there for some time now (not enough appreciation from the locals, honestly).]

The amp and a second set of strings.

[Not that bass players are known for breaking them but he'll take what he can get out of this package deal. The price knockdown isn't huge but in this kid's opinion it's definitely worth a trade for part of a grenade's earnings.]

[This kid is so generous to decide to patronage at all. Can anybody put a price on that?]

That come with the strap?

[Since we're wheeling, dealing and.....the old man doesn't want to feel left out of the loop since he's the one gettin' out his wallet right now. Not that Freddy needs any help at all. He's quite impressive all on his own.]

[The fact that the older one is getting his wallet out to pay for the younger one's goods is a little eyebrow raising, but the shaggy son of a bitch doesn't say a thing. He's making a sale, that's what matters. And yeah it comes with the strap.]

Nice.

[Freddy smiles, glad to seal the deal. For how much longer he can keep a lid on is excitement is yet to be seen.]

[As much as Larry would love to believe that it looks as though he is buying off the younger man, showing some kind of an illicit deal subtly....Shaggy likely believes that his pop is getting sonny boy a guitar. That's that.

Money changed, goods handed over. The old man gets the receipt.]

Anythin' else here?

[Up until now he is very impressed with the kid. What a cool, collected son of a gun. He knows where they're going now. Straight back to the apartment so he can fuck with it.]

[As long as Shaggy doesn't say it aloud because that would get a cringe out of the kid. Even though it sometimes works to their advantage, Freddy doesn't outright enjoy being mistaken for father and son. Seriously. If they only knew. If. They. Only. Knew.]

Naw, this is good. We can't buy out the whole store.

[This is a joke, a joke that suggests they're poor and not a pair of guys who could probably actually buy the whole place out with just a couple diamonds. A close look at Freddy's fingers though would show even though he's carrying all the gear he's just dying to try everything out.]

[Sure ain't no normal family life at fucking all if anyone suspected that. And if that is part of the package deal...what the hell kind of a people are they dealing with. Fine. Pop and Junior have their spoils in bag now.]

Not this go round you're right.

[Who knows? If they gotta stay in this joint for years may as well keep occupied and be thoroughly amused.]

Better be going then. Thanks pal.

[Whatever his name is. Shit guy hardly speaks but here he is. Making a sale. Puts something on the table. Whatever. Really the attention is on Freddy. Larry can pick up on the anticipation. Is he gonna bust out a cover or an original? Don't matter really. The old man will get to hear for himself. The first of many, many, many private concerts. Back to the car they go.]

[Once they're inside the car...the levee breaks.]

I can't believe I have Geddy Lee's guitar--I mean not his guitar but the kind of bass he uses. John Deacon's rolled with one of these too, oh and Paul McCartney. Hey didn't you want some drums or somethin'?

[The last part he only now just remembers. Way to hyperfocus on just yourself, Newendyke.]

[Well, if it keeps on rainin' as it had the levee is gonna break.]

Paul too? You got the best pick outta there then.

[He doesn't know better at all. Not one bit. Though the sheer enthusiasm that is bubbling out there can't be anything wrong or incorrect about it. It's all for damn good reason.]

Not today.

[Maybe not at all. Maybe It's an idle thought. Handling drums after so damn long, would he be any good? What the fuck would he play? It was dicking around. Bobby had a way of hauling him into shit at the drop of a hat. You're both handed. It'll be a snap is what he said.

Doors unlocked. Larry lets the kid situate his new piece. They can take the direct way home now. The one without the street blocks.]

Are you sure?

[Because for all the dislike he has when it looks as if he's junior or a boy toy he really really appreciates what Larry's done for him. Larry's always doing things for him, damn.]

Thanks.

[Yeah technically it wasn't all his money but the money aspect takes a backseat to the fact that Larry planned this for him. Larry set this up for him. Maybe the old man's expecting a blowjob or something.]

I'm sure. We gotta figure how that one is gonna work out, don't we?

[One thing is for certain, if Larry ever decides to get a drum set, he won't be playing it first thing in the morning. Leave that to the professionals. (Freddy.)

Sentimental piece of shit that he is starting to feel like, There's no need for a blowjob when he got to see euphoria on the guy's face already today. ...not that he would turn down a blowjob though.]

Freddy. Hey. Freddy, kid. You gotta wake up. You gotta see this.

[Because the old man has been staring at the sight on the network for a few minutes. When he got up to piss there were lights, bright lights all around the outside of the City. Like there was another city beyond it. How right he was. Not just any city though.

The device is the old man's hand ready to give it over.]

Hrrnnn.... [Freddy mutters, hair messed up and his nose still buried in the pillow.] What is it?

[Finally the kid rolls over to look up at the old man. Yeah, totally the same bed.]

[Super heroes perched around them are the only witnesses. Sam is snoozing beneath his curtain. This could have waited until morning, then again that would be less time to get shit figured out. Too late now.

What is it then, old man? A problem? A solution?]

You gotta look for yourself.

Okay okay. [Another mutter mumble. What time is it anyway--holy shit. He rubs at one green eye, then the other, before narrowing them at the screen.] What the fuck.

[A look at Larry. Has he tried looking out the windows yet?]

You see what I see, don't you?

[The old bear steps to the window to push open the curtains and show him.]

It's right outside.

[Within their reach this time. Fuck man, they can see it!]

That's...that's fuckin' impossible.

[Out of bed now, the kid makes way to the windows where he's got a little alien succulent garden growing. Fuck. It can't be but there it is. The unmistakable downtown LA skyline.]

It's not possible. [Freddy looks at Larry, brows knitting together.] What do we do?

I don't know how it's happening but it is. It fucking is.

[Is he happy? Sad? Shouldn't he be turning on the lights? The old man stares at the city lights and how it beams against the outline of Freddy's body.]

We can go home.

[And kiss all of this goodbye.]

Home....

[But they're standing in home right now. Oh shit this is fucking real. Yesterday people were dodging dinosaurs and before that motherfucking aliens. How do they know this is another LA? How do they know it's not? Fuck.]

Are you going? [Right now at this moment, the kid puts his own fate in the old man's hands. He'll follow him. Is that unfair of Freddy? Probably.]

[Home is what they made together. Oh fuck that belongs on some card or bumper sticker. That doesn't make it untrue though.]

Not without you.

[From the get go that is where he is coming from.]

I think [Larry wets his lips] we should take it. Who knows when we'll get another chance?

[Last time they didn't take it. Did anyone get out at all? No, not that they knew of.]

[What about their stuff? What about the diamonds? What about Sam? What about their friends? What about being a cop and a crook? Freddy wonders how he can possibly say goodbye to everyone. Using the network seems a little trite but it's the only way he knows how. Maybe he's jumping too far ahead. Is Larry going to ask him to head for the border? Fuck.]

And leave everything?

[He gestures to the rest of his room, this house, the life they've made here. He's got two guitars, one mounted and one in a stand. But for fuck's sake his family might be out there too.]

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