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Entry 1 - What Will Become of Me VOTE
It was a another boring Friday night, Me and my friend Kenny were playing
another show tonight at the local bar. We have been doing this Dave and Tim
cover band thing for a while and it was decent but tonight was about to
change are lives forever. It all started as usual making up a set list of
some sorts but we like to have the same experience as the real show so
screaming songs out is fine. We checked are guitars, made sure the mics were
working, etc etc...and were off. We pull up to Iggy's around 8pm, Iggy's is a
nice Irish bar where we have been playing for some time now. Greeted a few
people and began to set up our rigs. Nothing unusual about tonight so far. We
open up with a great version of Best Of What's Around and the crowd
goes nuts,
we are really on tonight and we can tell by the excitement on the peoples
faces. Seems like they know something we don't, But what?. As we continue to
play this feeling grows more and more stronger. Almost eerie, like they knew
what was about to happen. From in a dark corner some Idiot is screaming play
Freebird play Freebird. I ignore his request, he's probably some drunken fool
that has been in this bar way to long. Next song a incredible version What
Would You Say, man, my friend Kenny is really on tonight he nailed Tim's
solos, Then there it is again that voice from the back of the room, Play
Watchtower Play Watchtower, geez doesn't this guy know when to be quiet.
He's
really starting to get on my nerves, doesn't he have any respect for us and
the rest of the audience. Geez. Anyways it was my friend Kenny's turn to bust
out his version of Tim's guitar de force "Stream" and my turn to take a much
needed bathroom break. As I'm walking to the restroom that guy screams "you
guys suck!". That's it I have had enough of this guy, its time to confront
him. As I'm walking over to the dark corner of the bar I cant see a damn
thing. I have always told Larry (the owner of the bar) that he needs to do
something about the lighting in here. Its 9pm and this guy is sitting there
head down, no alcohol he's actually drinking coffee, and he's with this long
haired wirey little guy. I say hey buddy do you wanna try and keep it down.
He stands up and to my surprise its no other than Mr. David Matthews, and the
wirey guy was Tim Reynolds. Seems they have heard about us through
a friend of
theirs and decided to see what we were all about. I was in complete and utter
awe. Here before me is my idol and he's harassing me like the college kids do
to him. I ask him "why are you screaming this stuff when you hate it
yourself?". His reply was he wanted to get me over here, it was important
that he talked to me with out letting his presence be known. And figured
sooner or later I would confront them. Well his plan worked. Here is the
ultimate guitar duo in a bar of 75 people and know one has a clue. He tells
me that he has really enjoyed our show thus far and wants to ask us a favor?.
I want to sit and talk to him, but my friend Kenny is trying desperately
to
keep the audience entertained while I'm screwin' around. And its not working so
I excuse myself and get back on stage, guitar in hand, now I am a nervous
wreck and my hands are trembling in fear that I will make a mistake now. I
cant believe there here and I cant talk to them. We decide to go into my
favorite song by the band #41 and we nail it. I cant take this anymore I want
this show to be over so bad but we have almost an hour left to play. My
friend Kenny is clueless to what's going on and I cant tell him for fear he
will let the secret out. I cant keep my eyes of that corner of the room. We
play a few more songs then its Kenny's turn to do another Tim solo, I walk
back to the corner of the room to talk to Dave and Tim, but there gone, the
table is empty, no coffee cups, no sign of anyone ever sitting there at all.
Okay what the hell is happening I wonder. Am I hallucinating? They were here
right? I ask Larry (bar owner) if he had seen where the two guys sitting at
that table went? He tells me no one has sat there all night. I said come on
Larry I was just talking to them. He gives me a look like I'm crazy. And again
he explains no one has been there all night. I am now confused, maybe it was
the lack of sleep? maybe, I don't know what but something is defiantly
not
right here. I go back to the stage and continue to play, the whole time im
not even thinking of what I'm doing, I'm thinking what the hell is going on? We
take our short intermission and I pull Kenny aside and tell him
what's going
on. He says they cant be here there at a show in Memphis tonight. Ok now this
is all to weird what the HECK is going on? Larry thinks I'm crazy, Kenny
thinks I'm crazy, And I'm starting to think I'm crazy too. I try my best to
forget it and finish the show. We close with an amazing version of Warehouse.
Thank God this night is finally over. We load our gear into the car and head
for home. I turn on the radio and hear the worst news ever. " Dave Matthews
and Tim Reynolds have tragically been part of a car accident and have
deceased", "approximately at 9pm the coroner has declared that both of these
musicians have past away". OH MY I am in total shock. I pull the car over
and have to sit for a few minutes and think. Kenny looks at me with a blank
look on his face. He asks me "What time did you say they were there? I reply
around 9 o'clock. He lets out the most horrible gasp I have ever heard. What
the heck! Then it dawned on me what Kenny was thinking Dave and Tim, 9
o'clock, deceased, Was it the ghosts of Dave and Tim? We are both shaking
this is way to weird. Kenny is in complete fear. I get a cold chill and every
hair on my body feels like its standing on end. Could it have been?, and why
would they come there? and why me? and the worst part is unfortunately
we will
never know what the favor was they wanted us to do?
The End
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