Seasonal Changes

Chapter 117: Seasonal Changes

 

 

 

 

 

 

            The car was warm in the midst of the night air. Trevor knew he had to move from the spot to the area where they show was. “Aw man. I can’t wait to see Silent Tram. It’s gonna be so sick.”

            “Man, you’r really excited about this Trev.”

            “Yeah I am, and I’m not afraid to show it.”

            “That’s good. I’m glad you’re looking forward to something.”

            “If only everything was this easy to be interested in.” He gave a disparaging look at Percy. He couldn’t decide whether he should look after him or if he’d be fine to give free roam to him when they got to the show. It probably wouldn’t be too bad but also probably wasn’t the smartest idea. He was conflicted. The night hours were rolling in and Trev was ready to get down metal style. He pulled out of the mall parking lot and moved out to get back on the boulevard. “Why don’t we get some beer?” David told them. “Maybe we should.” Trevor said. “Only he’s not drinking.” he dictated. He looked back at the angel through the rear-view. “That’s it. We’ll stop at this store.” Trevor swooped in and parked at the store side and let David go and pay for the beer.

            “What do you think is gonna happen?” Percy asked. “We’re gonna see a show. People playing live music.”

            “That’s what you know for sure my friend?”

            “Yes. Yes I do.” Trevor smiled beamingly through the front windshield while they skylights lit up the area with hot white-light. He couldn’t contain it; it was irreversible. The way he worded things was tickling his funny bone to the core. David was coming out with the eighteen-pack in hand. He got in with prominence and sat back with the pack between his legs. Trevor could hardly wait. “Let’s go before we’re late.”

            They pulled off into the night and toward the racetrack. He cut-off left and rolled down the highway to see the field on the left covered with people cluttered about a make-shift stage. He moved in and was greeted at the gate by a friendly face. It was Jamie’s friend Michael and Lester they were taking ticket money and Trevor paid them post-haste.

            “Hey man. How you doin’? I don’t think I’ve seen you in over two years.” That was true. Trevor hadn’t seen Lester since he’d had his apartment, but he’d seen Michael at other parties and around since he’d stayed at Jamie’s for a short amount of time. Sleeping in his guest room on the floor on a mattress. He kept most of his thing in the computer desk drawers. Trevor knew because he’d been there. “Where are you staying now Michael?” he asked. “I’ve got my own place.” he said. “That’s good.” Trevor said meekly. He drove in a little ways and parked on the hard ground off to the left of the entryway. “Shall we crack one?” David offered up a beer. “I guess so. Who knows when Silent Tram will be going on.”

            “I listened to them the other day.”

            “Really? I wasn’t aware you were into heavy music like that.”

            “Yeah, well, gotta try new things every once in a while.”

            “I’d say so.” Trevor sighed as he tipped back a cold one. He took pity on the angel who sat back there with wild looks of confusion and a slight grimace. The stage wasn’t being filled currently. He spotted Jamie over yonder about ten seconds later. He was standing by the back side of the stage talking to some guy. Trevor ripped the keys out of the ignition in case he was the event planner which he likely was and he would be on and about his business if he caught them drinking in the car. Trevor wasn’t too worried though. The likelihood of that happening was slim to none. The cool air poured in when he slid the window down a smidge. It was all the better that the driver’s side was on the far side from the stage. He would have to be seen from the back of him, but he still kept his beer down.

This would be the single most insane night in Trevor’s history. The one that took the cake and let him eat it too. Silent Tram would be on within the hour and he couldn’t be happier to be there and sitting in the car with David. The only loose end was the angel. He wasn’t saying anything. He was looking at the night spotlights surrounding the field and the light shining off his face with a look of despondency yet a comfortability  that relayed from his silence and posterity in coming here. David was downing brews faster than a quickdraw. He looked kinda regal in his track jacket and looked ready to go see the concert in full.

“So where are we driving to after this?”

“Maybe there’ll be some kind of after party if we’re lucky.”

“You’re right. That’d be great.” Trevor started to suck one down. “When do ya think they’ll start?” he asked. “Maybe when they start setting up.” Trevor replied with all seriousness. “Thanks Captain obvious.”

“No problem Dave.” Trevor said with a viciousness. “Hey why don’t we get out and mingle?”

“That’s alright with me.” Trevor said. “They finished off their cans and hopped out and stood over by an abandoned trailer waiting for someone to come talk to them. The angel was scouring the land with all his being. Trevor could see he felt out of place and looked for anything that might draw excitement. What he couldn’t tell was if he was looking out for that specifically or lamenting it.

A car showed up. Parked by the trailer and was vacated. “Hey. Hey. What’s goin’ on.” said the passenger side door’s occupant. Trevor had no idea who he was. “Who are you?”

“I’m Dave. And this is Timmy and Marvin”

“Weird. My names David too.” David spoke up. “Ah. Interesting. How do you do?” David let out a huge burp and leaned back against the trailer. “Oh, I’m doin’ great.”

“That’s good, my man.” he said. “I can’t wait to watch Silent Tram play.”

“Neither can Trev here. Right Trev?”

“That’s correct.”

“Haha. He’s sucha  stiff.” David mentioned. Trevor moved about nervously. He didn’t know what to do or what to expect with the angel and he got up and out and grabbed a beer out of the car. As long as he wasn’t drinking at the wheel it’d be okay. “Isn’t it great being twenty-one now.” David smiled at him. “Yeah, it’s pretty good.” Trevor took a sip. Timmy and Marvin moved up closer and Trevor moved by to form a circle. “You guys wanna smoke some of this?” He pulled out a pipe. “Yeah, except for him.” Trevor pointed to Percy and he was flabbergasted. “Trust me, you don’t want none of this.”

“Okay.” he said calmly. Trevor got his turn and inhaled his share rapidly and got a taste of sweet high for the first time tonight. “That’s some good s**t, huh?”

“Yes sir.” Trevor said politely with his bunched southern accent. He was feeling alright in his black-on-black outfit. It made him know that he was having a good time. Trevor moved to the right to lean in near David. “Can I have a cigarette?” David had gotten some in the gas station and were conveniently in his pocket. “So, Dave, where are you guys from?” asked David. “We’re from Monroe.”

“Oh, I’ve been there. Once, for paintball matches.”

“Yeah? Where are you guys from.”

“Right here. Home city.”

“Alright. Good for you. I’m so jealous.”

“Why’s that?”

“Silent Tram plays around here all the time. Well in the Queen city anyway.” Trevor was keeping an eye out on Percy. “Oh really? I’ve only heard them one time recently. Sounded pretty good.”

“I’ll say! Oh, look they’re setting up!” spouted Dave. Percy was staring straight at the stage. Trevor assumed he didn’t know what was happened at the time. It was going to be on going trying to show him what was going on and how things worked all over the place. Of course Trevor loved music, so that was the first thing imprinted on Percy’s brain and what an impression it would be watching Silent Tram doing what they do best.