Finding a Way to Unwind
Later that day, I was walking down the đường phố, street with Allen. He did most of the talking. I mostly listened. He then said, "John, you're a little quiet. What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing." He said, "I know something's wrong." I told him about my nightmare and how it forced me to get up early. Allen said, "That's a terrible nightmare." I said, "I tell myself that I'm fine, but I'm not sure if I am." He said, "You're obviously traumatized from almost being killed." I said, "Yeah." He said, "You know what bạn need, a way to relax. Have bạn ever tried camping?" I said, "No." He said, "Maybe bạn would enjoy it." With permission from Allen's parents and my uncle, we went camping. There's something about being connected to nature. The forest seemed so surreal and dreamlike, especially in the morning. It made me want to write a song. I grabbed my pen and my notebook and began to write. I never went anywhere without those things and my guitar, except to school. Allen asked, "What are bạn writing?" I said, "A song." He said, "Cool. I've played songs, but I've never written one." I said, "It's easy, really. bạn just have to find some inspiration and let the âm nhạc come to you." He grabbed his đàn ghi ta, guitar and said, "I'd like to write a song with you. May I?" I said, "Sure. Nobody's ever offered to write a song with me." We wrote a song called "Mountain Dream." We were really impressed with how the song turned out. After we returned from our trip, we introduced the song to Uncle Bob. He said, "That's impressive. There's a lot of imagery in the song." I knew that my father always wanted me to go to college, but after that, I knew what I wanted to do. I told Uncle Bob that I decided not to go to college. I said, "I'd rather focus on making music. nghề viết văn 'Mountain Dream' with Allen is the happiest I've been since Beatle was alive." Uncle Bob said, "Well, it's your decision whether hoặc not bạn go to college." I said, "Thanks, Uncle Bob."
Later that day, I was walking down the đường phố, street with Allen. He did most of the talking. I mostly listened. He then said, "John, you're a little quiet. What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing." He said, "I know something's wrong." I told him about my nightmare and how it forced me to get up early. Allen said, "That's a terrible nightmare." I said, "I tell myself that I'm fine, but I'm not sure if I am." He said, "You're obviously traumatized from almost being killed." I said, "Yeah." He said, "You know what bạn need, a way to relax. Have bạn ever tried camping?" I said, "No." He said, "Maybe bạn would enjoy it." With permission from Allen's parents and my uncle, we went camping. There's something about being connected to nature. The forest seemed so surreal and dreamlike, especially in the morning. It made me want to write a song. I grabbed my pen and my notebook and began to write. I never went anywhere without those things and my guitar, except to school. Allen asked, "What are bạn writing?" I said, "A song." He said, "Cool. I've played songs, but I've never written one." I said, "It's easy, really. bạn just have to find some inspiration and let the âm nhạc come to you." He grabbed his đàn ghi ta, guitar and said, "I'd like to write a song with you. May I?" I said, "Sure. Nobody's ever offered to write a song with me." We wrote a song called "Mountain Dream." We were really impressed with how the song turned out. After we returned from our trip, we introduced the song to Uncle Bob. He said, "That's impressive. There's a lot of imagery in the song." I knew that my father always wanted me to go to college, but after that, I knew what I wanted to do. I told Uncle Bob that I decided not to go to college. I said, "I'd rather focus on making music. nghề viết văn 'Mountain Dream' with Allen is the happiest I've been since Beatle was alive." Uncle Bob said, "Well, it's your decision whether hoặc not bạn go to college." I said, "Thanks, Uncle Bob."
Some time later, Una and Everett were settled in a cozy small cafe eating sandwiches and sipping quả bí ngô, bí ngô spice lattes while foil cutouts of cute ghosts and pumpkins hung from the walls around them.
"Thanks again, Una," Everett đã đưa ý kiến after a time. "I just... I don't like small spaces very much."
Una smiled at him and reached across the bàn to touch his hand. "Hey, bạn saved my life once. It's time I saved yours."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, enjoying this much calmer stage of their Halloween celebrations. Una was first to break it.
"I can't believe we solved a real mystery! I can't wait to go trang chủ and tell Mother what the secret of the haunted house is."
"Yes," Everett smiled at her. "The secret is my talented actress and her ghost impression."
Una beamed.
"Thanks again, Una," Everett đã đưa ý kiến after a time. "I just... I don't like small spaces very much."
Una smiled at him and reached across the bàn to touch his hand. "Hey, bạn saved my life once. It's time I saved yours."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, enjoying this much calmer stage of their Halloween celebrations. Una was first to break it.
"I can't believe we solved a real mystery! I can't wait to go trang chủ and tell Mother what the secret of the haunted house is."
"Yes," Everett smiled at her. "The secret is my talented actress and her ghost impression."
Una beamed.
"What lead bạn to the club where bạn first saw us, Henry?" Les asked. Henry replied, "One of my neighbors told me that a rock band called A Wave Tossed in the Ocean was going to perform at the club that had opened the trước đó week. I thought that the name sounded interesting, so I asked him what kind of rock music, and he said, 'I think it's stuff from the sixties and seventies.' I was eager to hear the songs from my youth. When I saw bạn perform, I knew bạn were the right fit. Of course, bạn know how we met backstage." Jimmy said, "And the rest is history." Everyone laughed. "Yes," Henry said. "The rest is history." Just then, Felix looked at his cellphone and said, "It's 10:00, guys." Henry said, "We better go to bed. We've got a big ngày tomorrow." The boys all said, "Okay. Good night, Henry." Henry smiled and said, "Good night, boys. Pleasant dreams." With that, they retired to their beds for the night.
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