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Human by Birth, Deadhead by Choice

(written 23rd December 2012)

A new day started and a young girl woke up in a small bed with two boys lying in the next room. The girl knew that, because she didn’t drink alcohol last night. She wasn’t even allowed to do that. She was only 15 years old. On the concert she said she was 18, that was a lie, but everyone believed her. Except one. She met an old school mate there and he was only 16. His friend was 17. They said they were 18, too, but no one believed the 16 – year – old boy. So he had to say, that his brother – who was actually his best friend – took him to the concert. And the security believed them. When the girl called Emma was in school she wasn’t very favored. The 16 year old boy, Tom had his own clique. 17 year old Jason was part of it. And when Emma was on the verge to change school she fell in love with him. Jason was a different kind of teen heart – throb, but he didn’t even know Emmas name and that was making her sad. She didn’t think she’d meet him again since then, because she changed school and going to this Rock concert wasn’t even her plan, but that single night should have changed her life forever. She spent all her time with Tom and Jason, she was still in love with him. The mood was great on the concert and the three teenies had lots of fun, but then Jason got a phone call. His dad had a terrible car accident. He didn’t survive. He died in hospital. His mother was terribly drunk and she couldn’t drive so Jason had no idea how to get home. The concert was in Dortmund, but Jason, Tom and Emma were home in Austria. Emma called her mother. She told her she’d go home by Jasons mothers car. Tom did so, too. “Mum won’t notice that I’m away until tomorrow. What you need now are good friends.” Emma said. So they stayed at the concert the whole night and Tom and Emma tried to cheer Jason up. It didn’t really work. Two hours after concert, everyone had gone home. Big Rock’s team, the band that played on the concert, started to put all the equipment away. Suddenly Emma noticed an acoustic guitar lying around. Nobody seemed to put it away. So she took it and started to play Nights of Death by Big Rock. It was dark and Emma couldn’t see what she was playing, she felt it. When she had finished Jason said “Thanks that helped.” Emma stood up. “It’s time to get home now. Anyhow…” Suddenly a voice at the back of Emma said: “It’s too late and too dark to get home. I heard you live in Austria.” Emma turned around. “There’s a hotel down the street. I advise you to stay a night and go back to Austria by train tomorrow.” The man who was talking seemed to be part of Big Rock. He was the bassist. “Ah, thanks.” Tom said. The man noticed the guitar. “Give it to me, please. This is a special one. John’s first.” He said. Emma wanted to ask him, why it has been lying on the floor then, but another man came and told the bassist to leave the guitar to the girl. “I don’t need it anymore…” He said and walked away. The bassist followed him surprised. “This was John, right?” Tom asked nervous. Emma stood there like she was a statue. John was a famous singer and guitar player, this was his first guitar and he had just given it to her! Slowly Emma nodded. “Let’s go to that hotel…” Jason said and stood up slowly. And that’s how that 15 year old girl got into a hotel with two boys lying in the room next door. She had spent a terrible night in that bed, but she didn’t want to go home. Emma got up and took a look out of the window. She saw a dark city, full of retarded and broken-hearted people. She wanted to change something. Change the world. That has always been her dream. This was the right moment; she felt it, the right moment to start a kind of “gang” here to change the world. Starting a gang with those crackbrained idiots from school, Tom and Jason – definitely not her dream, but Emma would do it and she was fairly sure that they would join her. When a cold air blast came through the window, Emma closed it again. Her look went to the acoustic guitar, which was lying in the corner of the hotel room. It was a black western guitar and on it, there was a bumper sticker saying "Human by Birth. Deadhead by Choice."

 

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