US

I just don’t know where the hell he comes from. Just suddenly there he was, starting to take over my place, my spot, and my money.
That son of a bitch!
He’s not a street artist that for sure. He dresses well, he sings like a pro, with a good voice, and his guitar technique just awesome.
But the hell with that! One thing I know, he took my god damn money!
So, needless to say, I hit him with my guitar. Damn, I literally broke my guitar on his head, and god how I love to see him bleed.
Well, so I go to jail, so what. I don’t care, as long as he gets the hell out of my life. I’ll be just fine.
But hell forbid! That son of a bitch! He still there!
I just come down o my playground, my neighborhood, and there I saw him.

Hell, he sure comes up quick, and that son of a bitch still picking up my money. I do really want to kill him as I approach him with a dagger in my hand.
But he suddenly looked back at me, and said that both of us should collaborate. Hell, I don’t know what he’s babbling about. This is my place, my spot, my live! How possibly someone wants me to share my kingdom?

But what he do next stunned me, he raised my armed hand and stab it to his chest and said that he want to be my partner.
Damn how surprised I am, I just freeze, and only come back to my senses as he bump to the ground.

He opened his eyes and smile at me after two days unconscious in hospital, and with whispery voice he thanks me for giving him my blood.
God how the hell he knows that? And god how was I surprise to face the reality that now we share blood. Just how weird this thing turns out to be.

We spend another two days at the hospital when one night he said that he wants to take a little walk around the hospital. So I accompany him around, and all the sudden at the morgue part, he just pulls out all of his IVs and starts to climb out the wall.

I try to stop him, but he said to me, ask me to be exact, if I have money to pay the hospital bill. Damn he’s right, I totally forget about it. So I said no, and he said neither do I and jump to the other side. I have no choice but to follow him before someone spot us.

When we walked away the hospital, I see a brand new all expensive car I one saw on a newspaper, and I said to him about that, I said that some snob wish to check if their blood sugar hit the ceiling. I saw his face changes, a little tense if I’m not mistaken, but that instant he come to his normal act and said that he believe that those snob wish to see if they car had cold, and their driver need repairmen. He tries to be funny, but swear to god, he said that in mixture feeling because I can sense anger and sadness in his face.

Now it’s about two months after the incident in the hospital, he cures himself in my place and he pushes me to learn how to be a good musician. He pushes me to learn guitar technique, all type, from classic to heavy metal. And also he polishes my singing technique and learns on making new songs.
He forbid me to make money during that period, he always ask me to concentrate, and it will pay he always said.
And I always curious about the money he had, since he did all the consumption purchasing during those days.

After three months on the last day of my intensive pain in the ass training, we are ready to rock. But before that happens, a sudden truth stunned me, I read a newspaper and found out that he is son of a wealthiest family ever walk my nation, in the news it was declared that he fled out his family and now his family decides to cut him out their family for good.
He stands in bedroom door, he watches me holding that newspaper, and he looks right to my eyes, with some challenging vision in him.
I looked back at him said what the hell are you looking at, and continued by saying are we going to get some money or what?
He smiles, relieved, and then he asked me about my power, my territory, if I have power over any place that we might working in.
Chose I said to him and I’ll give it to you.
And he dares me to take the Trans province bus lane. So I just ask him to follow me, we come to the master for the territory and I bit the hell out of him. Now the all territory is mine to control and anyone dares me have to face death.

Then he asks me to go to one bus, he said to me not to rush on singing, he said that we should first see the entire passenger, than sing. I do not know what the hell that for, but I just play along with him, I looked around curious, and all the sudden, he whisper at my ear to sing a song he had picked. I was surprised little unprepared, but soon I get overcome the situation and we did our gig, how was I surprised when we finish two complete songs, he always said never cut the song, let them hear it completely; we make a fortune from it. No small changes, all big money.
By the time passes, I realize what his point is, he tries to catch the passenger mood, and than sing, he also observed the average age on passenger.
And one time he sees a lady in sorrow and he sings songs that make her cries even harder and gives us more money in the end, and so did other passengers. I found it a bit cruel to play someone’s feeling that way, but he said that’s the point, it means that we got their attention and their money of course.
Damn I cannot argue with that.

We become the riches street performer ever, all places, bus, public transport, red lights district, everywhere. And we did that for about a year when suddenly one night one of the gang leader which fear no one except me come to our place, he said that we should give a chance to other performers, that we should share the profit.
That son of a bitch, as I’m about to hit him with my guitar, when my friend stand between us. He said that they get a point there; and he said that we should proceed to the next level.
Damn, I don’t know what to say than cursing and smashing my guitar, I feel how weak my friend is, giving up our kingdom for those sucker, they have to fight for my territory, and the only time I give up is when I am dead.
But he said that our destiny is far beyond buses, or red lights, and he said that he bets his live if he proves to be wrong.
Damn…..

But as always, he turns to be right. I don’t know how but it seems that he actually had a lot of connection everywhere. In no time at all we are accepted to sing in bars and cafes, and that a start for me to know how to dress a bit, to look at my look. Jesus, how I laugh when in my first time in my entire live I actually have to bathe twice a day and put some manly makeup.
We did great, we have a lot applaud and money off course, and also not to forget that musician seems to be like magnet to female and we did a little intercourse with our female fans once in a while. Damn live is good.

So one day my friend said, we should conquer the biggest challenge, and he asks if I dare to do it, I only answer by saying that he should remember what I’ve done in past to take over our previous kingdom.
He smiles, and left. I wonder what he might do next. I just remember that one day he asks me to follow him, and to my surprise he brings me to some movie set or something. He said that it’s about time that we spread our wings and conquer more territory.
Me? On TV? Damn he must be joking, I literally slap my face and found that this is not a dream. God I never dreamt it, but now the curtain open, and the duo US is on the air.
We did rock the world, they stunned by our performances, and with no time US become number one duo in our country and in some foreign country. Damn live is good.

It all been that good until one day…. along came the spider….

Even now, when my live turn to be good, my spider sense still works, and I know that that bitch will cause us troble.
She is a newcomer in entertainment industry, and she is good. She does know how to make her way in, well since I myself been an asshole for a long time, I need no time at all to learn about her truth, how manipulative she is, her capability to break everything stands in her way.
And I know that my friend now in her spell completely.
He shouts at me and said that I should remember how he pick me up from the mud if been swimming for years, and he also dares me to leave him, he said that Us can life without me. There will always be US.
Damn I don’t know what wrong with me. Years ago I would probably kick his balls and leave him bleed to death for saying that crap. But I just can’t let him destroy his live, so I just play along with that bitch scenario, which is obviously wish to break US.
I saw how bad his live turns, he make hr lead vocal, make music her way, put her a lot in the spotlight.
Damn I know that she is stealing our fame, our kingdom, fans disappointed, ratings down, US just at the edge.
And it not just it, that bitch poisoning my friend literally, well we did smoke, we did booze, but she start to doze him, give him drugs. And I saw life slipping away from him.
And that does it, finally I out of my passion, so one day after our not successful performance, I whisper to him that he have to let the bitch go, after saying that next that I remember is that we beat the hell out of each other. I just don’t care,
I just don’t care anymore; for my consideration US is dead already, I just don’t give a damn if all the fans leave us, hate us. I just have to save my friend that is all what matters now.

We woke at the same time, in a hospital, all our body battered, broken ribs, fractured bones, brain concussion, you name it. We didn’t speak a word, we keep our mouth shuts. When a nurse come in she said that our room turn out to be a grave yard for our silence so she turn on the TV and watch a gossip program. And for all heaven forbid, that bitch is there making statements, saying that she was making a big mistake by joining US, how she’s been exploited by us. And yet she continues degrading us and finally stated that she officially get the hell out from US and be a soloist.
We both shouts bitch from the top of our lungs, the nurse shocked and run like hell. We both surprised, look at each other and laugh very hard I think I wet my pants.

Year after that, we recover ourselves. Feeling brand new. My friend now clean, sober and back to his feet.
We did have to start it all over again, starts to play in small cafes, but now I believe that God do have mercy, we don’t have to wait for long to get our life back. Our former fans forgive us, and we gain new fans.
US is back, and that bitch is going down. We heard that she screwed with a lot of lawsuits, from fraud to prostitution. Yeah, her bravery to pose like a bitch and rumor said that se becomes a high class hooker had brought her to the most bottom of her already degraded life. Hah, doesn’t life is just beautiful?

And US, since we become number one again, a lot of musician amateur or pro, they just love to jam with us. Well I feel a little discomfort of them, but my friend always said the more the merrier.
Again my fear come to reality, they just come and go, absorbing our technique, our fame and just left to make their own fortune. I always complain about this, but my friend always said, that he once was right, and that he believes that he still got the feeling.
I know what he means with that statement, but still no hope with those people saying they wish to join the best group ever and end up letting us down.

Years pass by, and I realize with a lot of competition, and stabbing from back, US has slightly lost its charisma. My friend still focuses in experimenting with a lot of new member. He starts to forget on enjoying music, like he always said to me. Once again he lost focus.

Until one day.
As I wandering around, I saw her there, sits on the park playing her guitar. I shiver as I hear her play, I saw butterfly, birds and other animal in the park relaxing through her music, people gather to hear her, and for some reason I just cannot handle myself, she drowns me. I have to release my feeling. And before I realize it, we play music together, amazing a lot of people, put spells on them.
Our eyes met, we do have the same desire, same passion. And when we end up our jam, we know that we will never be apart. I saw my friend there looking at us hugging; he smiles widely and said to me that he thinks that I will not do it. And he also said that he has been waiting this for so long, and he is happy that I found someone for our group US.

Again he makes me confuse with everything he said. But truly since that, US again become number one, and I married her for sure. And as I think that we all live happily ever after, my friend gives me his last surprise.

He left US, saying nothing, just left, to where only God knows. And for the very first time in my live I lost control and lost focus. I m very shock, even my wife scare at me. I never be so frightened as I feel this time. It seems my world collapse and my power left me.

I locked myself for about six month until one day as I raise a knife to cut my wrist. Damn I know where he is. Damn how I can be so blind. So I rush my self to the place when we first met, to my old place. But sure I was too goddamn late. I just saw his decomposed body in our old mattress. I … how … I feel my body slipping away and fainted.
As I wake, I realize that he left a letter for me next to his decomposed corpse. My hand tremble, but then I believe by reading the letter I might have some answer to this madness.
He wrote that he was grateful for having a great moment on his live, he feel strength all over him, so he can bear anything. He also asks me to continue US, he said even if he is dead, there will always be US, and he begs me that show must go on. He said the moment he saw my wife he knows that his time is come. He said that every time he tries to get a new member for US he wishes that he could find someone to replace him.
I thought why the hell he wish to do that for, but I think he already prepare that answer because he also said in his letter that his body feel terrible after she met that bitch. But he also said that I have to promise not to get my hand on her, because no matter how bad she was, deep inside he still loves her.
That dumb asshole, still care for that bitch. But as usual he also had the answer for that; he wrote that I shouldn’t curse on her. Damn.

So I left the house. And I saw my wife waits for me. Yeah my friend was right the show must go on, no matter what, and I also reach for her, hug her kissed her. And we walked from there.

We attended my friend’s funeral; tears run down as big as the rain that pouring down on us all, it was the greatest funeral. Visum stated that he suffers from HIV positive and complication to hepatitis and lungs cancer.
Damn that bitch does screw him good.

But he was right; I didn’t have to take revenge, papers and electronic media widely broadcast the news.
That bitch was being kidnapped, brutally raped, killed, and disposed mutilated. Damn, I feel sorry for her.

So, US still going, me and my wife now. We did until I cannot longer o music, and when one day my son brings his friend and ask me if they can continue US.
Damn that feeling struck again.
One day I saw my friend coming… ah my time has finally come, okay buddy, I’ve finish my play, there will always be US.

The end.