Mystical Talents
There once was a burly boy from the city who found himself off his turf and for this it seemed his work was sloppy until a navigator with royalties wearing a golden tiara appeared while he rested inside the wooden cabin.
“Roddick,” she said as a sudden shower produced pouring rain to the campsite with all the conveniences of home since it was a million dollar residency, “my name is Samoa and it is my duty as a navigator to look at the dirt you have in your life’s track and determine why your work is so sloppy out here in the island known as a wilderness.”
“I am a city person, Samoa and for everything to work I need concrete in my jungle,” Roddick replied,
“So what you are telling me,” Samoa concluded letting herself into the house that had a bed in the dining room and a well-stocked kitchen, “you do not perform here in this tranquil environment you need the city atmosphere to have the skills to be pleasing to others.”
Samoa found herself at home plugging in the percolator into the wall to brew some coffee when it dawned on her as a concerned squirrel in the open window started to throw his nuts, “do you have a computer Roddick?”
“Yes,” Roddick replied
Thinking nothing much that the dining room set was right next to the bed and a raccoon made himself comfortable next to the computer waiting to be visited. It only took a few minutes after logging in to put a few chips on the baked cookies that were in the Microsoft program.
“There it is done, Roddick,” her voice carried a few feet to a sleeping talent who just woke up, “you are ready to rise ‘n’ shine,”
“I am already awake.”
Weeks later two young boys on bicycles brushed by Samoa as she came back to the area where her magic was put into place with a few strokes on a keyboard.
“What’s this dude’s secret,” one said to another when there was a line of teeny bopper girls standing online wearing seductive outfits.
Hopping up the wooden stairs Samoa squeezed by two college students wearing very tight outfits, “what is this Roddick?”
“I am auditioning for back up dancers.”
“Back up dancers,” Samoa stared into his eyes, “why do you need back up dancers?”
“More entertainment for the buck,” Roddick answered.
Feeling confused Samoa thought her computer changes was the solution and there was not any need for anybody to be around when Roddick performs, especially on his island with trees.
As a blonde with blue eyes smiled at Roddick the former burly boy finished his thoughts by saying, “everything is fine spirit, out.”
Taking the hint Samoa ventured into the woods and down the path where she passed gas pump girls and then like it was a vision from a King there was a cuddly creature sitting on a rock.
“Panda,” Samoa exclaimed, “nice to see you I need some advice.”
Taking a seat on a rock the Panda attentively listened to Samoa whose golden tiara seemed tarnished.
“So, Samoa you fixed a computer so Roddick could perform in the woods better,” he said while Samoa affirmatively nodded her head. “He wanted to bring some good looking back up dancers so the audience will have more entertainment for the buck, who’s the audience here in the woods?”
“There are three squirrels that have nice nuts and a raccoon.”
“Do they enjoy the backup dancers? Samoa”
“Once one threw a nut,” Samoa started to say when the Panda gave her a look, “at me.”
A few hours past and the cabin was quiet with a few lights still on when Samoa cautiously approached the door. Without knocking the entry opened and the blonde with blue eyes sparkled as she stepped out.
“I just came to apologize,” Samoa told Roddick who listened and accepted. When she turned to leave the blonde with blue eyes was getting in her car. “Spirit, it is wise to listen you can work all you want on that computer program, but the truth is no one comes to see people sing.”.
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