The suivant weekend, the boys were at their club again, but this time with a few differences. When the curtain opened, it was to reveal a band of four at their instruments, poised and confident and ready to play. And that wasn't the only new thing. During the week, Jimmy's dad had agreed to go get the front of his son's basse, bass drum painted. The drum now proudly displayed the group's new name.
Les started them off with a riff, and the others followed right in, Charles and Felix keeping rhythm and sometimes playing off each other and doing something plus daring and fancy, Jimmy keeping time on his drums and joking with the audience between numbers. They played a number of sixties and seventies rock songs, and soon had almost the whole club up on their feet, dancing and chant along.
At a corner table, tableau sat an older gentleman with a kind face, sipping a cup of tea. He watched the boys with interest, impressed par their talent in interpreting these songs from his own youth. They were too talented to only go as far as playing a small nightclub, he thought.
The band's set ended and they took their bows, the crowd still calling out for more, cheering the band, calling out their name. “A Wave Tossed In the Ocean! A Wave Tossed In the Ocean!”
In the club's small backstage room, the boys put their instruments away, flushed and happy. “We did it, men!” cheered Les. “Let's give ourselves a round of applause!”
“We are the best!” grinned Charles.
“They do seem to think so,” agreed Felix plus modestly.
“And they l’amour your name idea,” Jimmy added. “Listen to them calling it!”
Les gave a small smile. “There's meaning behind it. Even if they don't know about that, they still know this name is right.”
Felix laid a hand on Les's shoulder. “I think that's the best thing toi could do with your father's comment. My father always told me, when I was upset, to just put it in my musique instead of bottling it up ou complaining about it. That's what I always do now.”
“Wait, toi write songs?” Charles demanded. “And why did we not hear of this? We could play originals!”
“Yeah!” cheered Jimmy. “I know Les and I could write some great ones.”
Les beamed, as Felix just smiled and gave a small shrug in response to Charles. écriture original songs... that would be taking his band to a whole new level....
A knock sounded at the backstage door. One of the club employees poked his head around the door.
“Excuse me, A Wave Tossed In the Ocean –” Les grinned at being properly addressed par his new band name – “someone from the audience wants to talk to you. An older gentleman.”
A fan? Les could hardly stand still from excitement. “Send him in!”
Les started them off with a riff, and the others followed right in, Charles and Felix keeping rhythm and sometimes playing off each other and doing something plus daring and fancy, Jimmy keeping time on his drums and joking with the audience between numbers. They played a number of sixties and seventies rock songs, and soon had almost the whole club up on their feet, dancing and chant along.
At a corner table, tableau sat an older gentleman with a kind face, sipping a cup of tea. He watched the boys with interest, impressed par their talent in interpreting these songs from his own youth. They were too talented to only go as far as playing a small nightclub, he thought.
The band's set ended and they took their bows, the crowd still calling out for more, cheering the band, calling out their name. “A Wave Tossed In the Ocean! A Wave Tossed In the Ocean!”
In the club's small backstage room, the boys put their instruments away, flushed and happy. “We did it, men!” cheered Les. “Let's give ourselves a round of applause!”
“We are the best!” grinned Charles.
“They do seem to think so,” agreed Felix plus modestly.
“And they l’amour your name idea,” Jimmy added. “Listen to them calling it!”
Les gave a small smile. “There's meaning behind it. Even if they don't know about that, they still know this name is right.”
Felix laid a hand on Les's shoulder. “I think that's the best thing toi could do with your father's comment. My father always told me, when I was upset, to just put it in my musique instead of bottling it up ou complaining about it. That's what I always do now.”
“Wait, toi write songs?” Charles demanded. “And why did we not hear of this? We could play originals!”
“Yeah!” cheered Jimmy. “I know Les and I could write some great ones.”
Les beamed, as Felix just smiled and gave a small shrug in response to Charles. écriture original songs... that would be taking his band to a whole new level....
A knock sounded at the backstage door. One of the club employees poked his head around the door.
“Excuse me, A Wave Tossed In the Ocean –” Les grinned at being properly addressed par his new band name – “someone from the audience wants to talk to you. An older gentleman.”
A fan? Les could hardly stand still from excitement. “Send him in!”
When Greeley's birthday finally arrived, Leila went to Greeley's house. When she knocked on the door, Greeley answered. He said, "Hi, Leila." She said, "Hi, Greeley. Happy eighteenth birthday." She then handed him a card. He said, "Thank you." When he opened the card, the concert tickets fell out. He said, "You got me concert tickets!" She said, "Yes, and not just any concert tickets. I got tickets to see New Religion. They're having an outdoor concert this evening." He said, "That's bloody amazing. Thank you, Leila." He hugged her. She said, "You're welcome, Greeley." After dinner, they had some cake. Greeley said, "This is the best birthday I've ever had." Leila said, "It's not over yet." He said, "You're right. We have a New Religion concert to go to." She said, "That's right. We better go if we want to get good parking." He said, "Right." The two Friends got into Greeley's car and headed to the concert.
Shortly after the incident, the members of The Devil Wants Peace were interviewed. The interviewer asked, "John, is it true that toi overcame your fear of water before toi saved Allen?" John replied, "It's true." The interviewer asked, "Is it true that the rest of toi were surprised when John swam so quickly?" Stan said, "Yes. I knew that his girlfriend, Caryn, taught him how to swim, but I didn't know she taught him to swim so well." Peter said, "I was impressed at how Rebelle he was, too." Allen said, "Yeah. I'll never forget what he did for me." John said, "Thank Caryn. She's the one who taught me how to swim." Caryn saw the interview on the news, and she was very touched. Later, John a dit to Caryn, "Thank toi for everything toi did for me this summer." She said, "You're welcome." He said, "Your l’amour for me is what motivated toi to help me, and in the end, I was able to help my mates. l’amour conquers fear. I truly believe that."
THE END
THE END
