The Roy’s:Episode Fifteen
May 2nd, 2008
Episode Fifteen
… Roy. The thought of ever falling in love with a male had never crossed my mind. I also had never imagined you could fall in love in an instant, with a single look. The moment I met Roy both of those statements came true.
He had the deepest shiny brown eyes I had ever seen, augmented with this brownish white hair that you just wanted to run your hand through for days. Unfortunately, that was impossible because Roy at this time could fit his entire body in my hand, except for his tail that just barely stretched outside the cup of my palms. The first time I met him he was sleeping, motionless, except for the tiny but deep purring sound that pulsed from his entire body as it amplified his content.
I hope I had you going for a second.
For any of you that may be overly pissed off that you have now read thirty some pages to find out that Roy was a nothing more than a fluffy feline, let me assure you he is main player in this never ending story. Not only is he my first pet as an adult, he will be the focus of many things to come in the future. Besides, you should be happy for me. In an instant ‘the girl’ had come back into my world and brought along a little bundle of joy that I would personally grow to adore. I tend to identify the stages in my life by my emotion at that time. There has been only one other time I have felt happier.
It was a beautiful thing.
I can’t begin to describe how unbelievable it was to have ‘the girl’ around again. She got a job at a shoe store right down the road and we started to explore life in concert, taking this opportunity to spend time together on our own terms. This caused our relationship to blossom as the chance to talk and live in unison finally took our friendship to the next level. I truly felt loved and in turn I also started to feel motivated again. Now that ‘the girl’ was finally a fixture in my life I had to come up with a plan to keep her there. I had to figure out a way to be twice as cool, twice as witty, and twice as irresistible. So I did what I thought was best.
I joined a rock band.
Rich Eruption and the Volcanoes we were called. Yeah, I know the name is strange, but it was the age of grunge and weird shit was the theme. It worked just fine for us. In case I hadn’t mentioned it before, my parents had spent most of my childhood investing thousands of dollars on an eduational machine that would eventaully mold and spit out quite a piano player. Adam, my neighbor from Australia, played the bass and was friends with a guy named Scott who hammered a very mean kit. To round out the crew was a skinny long haired dude named Rich whose voice and Fender front lined the frenzy. I have been immersed in music in one form or another since the day I could walk, so I feel that I am qualified to make the next statement.
This band was tight.
The band was so tight that they even threw me for a loop one day. We practiced religiously in the ‘dungeon’ which was in reality was Rich’s basement. One day during a rehearsal I had gone upstairs to use the bathroom. While I was upstairs I suddenly heard one of the finest most progressive sounds pulsing throughout the house, reverberating off the walls with pure energy and emotion. I thought I had heard the tune somewhere before but I couldn’t remember where. My initial thought was that whatever CD those guys were playing definitely had to make it as a cover in our current playlist. As I walked backed down the stairs to inquire what compact disc was spinning, it unexpectedly hit me. It wasn’t a recording, it was our band, they were playing my song, and I couldn’t believe it.
That would kick off the most amazing summer. The girl, Roy, and I spent countless hours together while any remaining time was spent banging with the band. We played most of our gigs in Wausau that summer, usually at a little bar called Gerard’s, a tiny little pub that was one of the most wonderful venues I have ever been a part of. It was just a little hole in the wall, but it was loaded with personality and reeked of blood sweat and tears. This miniscule little joint was shoulder to shoulder every time we booked the place. This picture of us at Gerard’s, my keyboard, and the face of ‘the girl’ amidst the sea of those watching are burned into my brain like they happened yesterday. Never has a summer gone by so quickly.
By late August, ‘the girl’ and I had become quite close. So close as a matter of fact that we had started to explore spending our lives together. Roy had started to grow into a strapping young lad and the three of us had started to look like something that loosely resembled a family.
Then of course ‘the girl’ threw me a curveball. She had decided to go back to school but this time choosing instead to attend at the University of Minnesota. In what ended up being one of the most emotional discussions I have ever had, it was decided that I would follow.
I was so in love.
I was so in love in fact, that everything else became irrelevant. I immediately went back to Minneapolis and found an apartment for myself and for Roy. Due to a parental preference, the girl would be staying in a dormitory on campus. I would live about a half a mile away, tend to Roy’s every desire, and amazingly walk right back into the same Rocky Rococo’s that started this story and once again secure employment. I had a plan, I had a purpose, and I had ‘the girl’. I packed my things and I left the band.
I never saw a single one of them again.
To this day I can’t watch a band live without tearing up.
That September we proceeded to pack everything we had into the back of ‘the girls’ mother’s Jeep and headed back to the cities. They dropped me off at the apartment with Roy in tow and ‘the girl’ headed off to the dormitory to carry on her with her college career. The next day I also resumed my profession in the pizza industry. During the early fall ‘the girl’ and I spent a lot of time together getting to know each other as people and as companions. It was true love, right out of the movies.
Then, the entire thing went to shit.
(Stay tuned for the Final Episode)
bozz_2006 said:
There’s only one more?
Good call on joining the band to up the ante on coolness. That would’ve been my suggestion, had you ended the episode with, “So I did what I thought was best”. Yep, join a band. Second choice would’ve been bad-ass tattoos (hey, that’s what I did, lol), third would be punch a cop. Any of the three would’ve gotten the job done. Can’t wait for the final episode.
PS hope your paper writing is going well. Hang on dude, almost done. Then before you know it, fishing, and summer recreation. My first big fishing/camping trip of the year (sadly, probably the only one) is coming up June 1. Woo!
May 3rd, 2008 at 7:11 am #
Alex said:
There will be many more, a yet to be named part two-episode one will follow.
May 3rd, 2008 at 7:35 am #
bozz_2006 said:
whew! I was going into withdrawal at the mere thought of not getting my “Roy” fix.
May 3rd, 2008 at 8:45 am #
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