Steven Wonder: A white jazz lover who happens to be blind
Feb 24, 2019 17:11:09 GMT -5
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Post by 'Jazzy' John McCarty on Feb 24, 2019 17:11:09 GMT -5
John: Okay, it's been three weeks since we've started building, and look at what we've done so far!
Bert: Well, at least it looks good...
We find John and Bert looking at a giant patch of dirt, with a nicely done path leading to, well, nothing.
John: Three weeks and you'd think we'd have done more than a path.
Bert: Well building a bar is a huge task for two people. Shouldn't we just hire some builders?
John had absolutely refused to hire builders. The house needed to capture his vision, and simply hiring builders wouldn't do the trick.
John: No. This needs to be perfect.
Bert: Well we need more people!
John simply stood there. It was true that they needed more people. But he wanted the House of Blues to be great.
John: Hire random people off the street.
Bert: What? Why not just hire builders?
John: Because the builders will stuff it up.
Bert: ...as opposed to a crew of random civilians?
John: Just do it Bert. Don't question it. Meanwhile, I gotta answer some questions.
John points to a flock of media behind him.
John: Man, it hurts to be this famous.
Bert: Ugh, fine.
As Bert heads off to find some recruits, Jazzy turned around to see that the swarm of reporters were already at his feet.
John: Sup fellas?
Several reporters ask questions at the same time, resulting in a verbal mess. However, one reporter with his loud, booming voice stood out from the rest.
Reporter: John, any comments about the previous Slam?
John: Ooh, not even a 'how's your day been?'. Getting down to business. But last Slam last Monday was a bit boring. I was looking forward to a match with Stephen Singh but that stupid Slayer guy ruined it all. I'm always keen for a good wrestling match and it just didn't happen.
A quick murmur from the sea of reporters but one in a bright red dress stands out from the rest.
Reporter: Things haven't been going your way lately... Of course with that match taken away from you and a loss to Noble the week before that. Comments?
John: Uh... Yeah. The past few weeks have been a bummer. Scott and Steven didn't beat Odin and Alex, so Matt and I didn't win the tag league. Also, we are no longer recognised as the Tag Team Champions. That stings a little bit. I was really fond of that vending machine, even if it only had Shasta and maybe Diet Coke.
John: And yeah, Scott did ruin things for me last week too. But that ain't all bad, because now I'm ready for this TV title match at TDDUP.
A reporter was quick to ask another question before the murmur even started.
Reporter: Speaking of Til Death Do Us Part, it's going to be hosted here at New Orleans. Are you excited?
John: Hell yeah I am! I'm heading into this match with a home ground advantage! I'm keen to perform well in front of my fans, especially those here at the beautiful New Orleans! I'm coming into this match well rested, considering I don't have to travel anywhere. So watch out, here I come!
Once again, murmurs flood the air before a loud reporter catches the ear of Jazzy.
Reporter: Tell us more about your opponents, Samuel and Teo.
John: A-ha. Look, winning this match is going to be no easy feat. One's your current champion, and the other's a former TV champ. And I know that Teo is a tough competitor. I've faced him before, I gave 110%, but still lost. I haven't faced Samuel before, I don't think. But from what I've seen, he ain't no jobber.
John: But honestly, Samuel is just plain dumb. I've only ever heard him say two words and if he wants to get angry at someone, he just does it over the keyboard. Often to no avail, it just ends up being a jumble of third-grade insults and a shocking amount of swear words. He gets that stupid Lord Raab or whatever his name is to do all his speaking for him. And he's no better. Every second word that Raab speaks is just him cussing. But his partner isn't here to protect him. So let's find out how good he actually is. Because, honestly, he sounds like he sucks. Even the name Monstimals sounds like it came from a sci-fi convention.
John: And Teo Blaze... What a lad. Like I've said, I've faced him before, and what a match. And tonight, I'm expecting fireworks. But Teo's held the title for far too long. You'd think week after week, he'd become tired. Well, this Monday is where his winning streak ends. I've learnt from last time. I know his tricks. And also, I'm determined to take your spot from the Champions Lounge. That lounge was heaven. Also, that TV title would look good on my already impressive resume. So I'm determined. I'm gonna get that title. I'll see you in the ring.
John then in the corner of his eye sees Bert waving his arms around like an idiot. Some sort of signal, I guess? I dunno.
John: Okay, I'm going now. Got a house to build.
John rushes off, and the reporters try to follow, but they all give up quickly. There was no point.
---
Bert: Great news! I've managed to recruit 3 people in a ridiculously short amount of time, 2 of whom which you conveniently know already.
John: That's great news! Who are they?
Bert: Well, you've got Benny...
John: Benny!!!
Benny was a trumpet player at the jazz band John used to play in. He's the only player in the band John is still in contact with after the incident.
Benny: John!!
Bert: I also found one MegaBeast!
MegaBeast: You can call me Mark.
MegaBeast, or should I say Mark, was the guy John helped win a title for some local federation for no particular reason. I really don't know what he was thinking back then.
John: Hello again, Mark.
Bert: And, this guy loves jazz, is blind, and his last name is Wonder.
John: No way...
Bert: Yep, Steven Wonder!
John: Don't you mean Stevie?
Bert: Nope, Steven.
At that moment, an old, white, bald man walks out with dark shades and one of those canes blind people have.
Steven *looking the wrong way*: Hey there!
John: Um... 5 o'clock.
Steven turns around.
Steven: My bad!
Bert: Well... Here's the crew.
John: Yeah, yeah... Maybe next week. I'm feeling a little anxious about this match. I need to sleep.
Bert: Ugh. Fine. See ya then.
-----
That night, John lay in bed, on the verge of sleep.
Steven: Hiya, fella.
John: Whoa what the fuck? Why are you in the same bed as me? How did you get in here? How did you know I live here?
Steven: I have my ways.
John: Why are you even here?
Steven: I heard you were feeling a little anxious, so I'm gonna teach you a few tips to relax.
John: Okay... I guess? Just as long as you get out of here.
Steven: Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. When you breathe out, let all your worries out too. No point worrying. That's just more of a burden. Tell yourself you can do this. Because you can. You will feel determined. Have a ritual or something. I had a friend who used to carry Pizza Cake in his pocket when doing something. Every single time he did that, something good happened. It was great. Breathe in again. Breathe out. Be calm. Just relax. No need to do anything. Don't even train. You'll just work yourself up. Just relax. And you'll get a win.
John: Uh... Wow? That was kinda soothing.
But Steven was already gone.
John: Huh. Spooky.
And just like that, John went to sleep.
Bert: Well, at least it looks good...
We find John and Bert looking at a giant patch of dirt, with a nicely done path leading to, well, nothing.
John: Three weeks and you'd think we'd have done more than a path.
Bert: Well building a bar is a huge task for two people. Shouldn't we just hire some builders?
John had absolutely refused to hire builders. The house needed to capture his vision, and simply hiring builders wouldn't do the trick.
John: No. This needs to be perfect.
Bert: Well we need more people!
John simply stood there. It was true that they needed more people. But he wanted the House of Blues to be great.
John: Hire random people off the street.
Bert: What? Why not just hire builders?
John: Because the builders will stuff it up.
Bert: ...as opposed to a crew of random civilians?
John: Just do it Bert. Don't question it. Meanwhile, I gotta answer some questions.
John points to a flock of media behind him.
John: Man, it hurts to be this famous.
Bert: Ugh, fine.
As Bert heads off to find some recruits, Jazzy turned around to see that the swarm of reporters were already at his feet.
John: Sup fellas?
Several reporters ask questions at the same time, resulting in a verbal mess. However, one reporter with his loud, booming voice stood out from the rest.
Reporter: John, any comments about the previous Slam?
John: Ooh, not even a 'how's your day been?'. Getting down to business. But last Slam last Monday was a bit boring. I was looking forward to a match with Stephen Singh but that stupid Slayer guy ruined it all. I'm always keen for a good wrestling match and it just didn't happen.
A quick murmur from the sea of reporters but one in a bright red dress stands out from the rest.
Reporter: Things haven't been going your way lately... Of course with that match taken away from you and a loss to Noble the week before that. Comments?
John: Uh... Yeah. The past few weeks have been a bummer. Scott and Steven didn't beat Odin and Alex, so Matt and I didn't win the tag league. Also, we are no longer recognised as the Tag Team Champions. That stings a little bit. I was really fond of that vending machine, even if it only had Shasta and maybe Diet Coke.
John: And yeah, Scott did ruin things for me last week too. But that ain't all bad, because now I'm ready for this TV title match at TDDUP.
A reporter was quick to ask another question before the murmur even started.
Reporter: Speaking of Til Death Do Us Part, it's going to be hosted here at New Orleans. Are you excited?
John: Hell yeah I am! I'm heading into this match with a home ground advantage! I'm keen to perform well in front of my fans, especially those here at the beautiful New Orleans! I'm coming into this match well rested, considering I don't have to travel anywhere. So watch out, here I come!
Once again, murmurs flood the air before a loud reporter catches the ear of Jazzy.
Reporter: Tell us more about your opponents, Samuel and Teo.
John: A-ha. Look, winning this match is going to be no easy feat. One's your current champion, and the other's a former TV champ. And I know that Teo is a tough competitor. I've faced him before, I gave 110%, but still lost. I haven't faced Samuel before, I don't think. But from what I've seen, he ain't no jobber.
John: But honestly, Samuel is just plain dumb. I've only ever heard him say two words and if he wants to get angry at someone, he just does it over the keyboard. Often to no avail, it just ends up being a jumble of third-grade insults and a shocking amount of swear words. He gets that stupid Lord Raab or whatever his name is to do all his speaking for him. And he's no better. Every second word that Raab speaks is just him cussing. But his partner isn't here to protect him. So let's find out how good he actually is. Because, honestly, he sounds like he sucks. Even the name Monstimals sounds like it came from a sci-fi convention.
John: And Teo Blaze... What a lad. Like I've said, I've faced him before, and what a match. And tonight, I'm expecting fireworks. But Teo's held the title for far too long. You'd think week after week, he'd become tired. Well, this Monday is where his winning streak ends. I've learnt from last time. I know his tricks. And also, I'm determined to take your spot from the Champions Lounge. That lounge was heaven. Also, that TV title would look good on my already impressive resume. So I'm determined. I'm gonna get that title. I'll see you in the ring.
John then in the corner of his eye sees Bert waving his arms around like an idiot. Some sort of signal, I guess? I dunno.
John: Okay, I'm going now. Got a house to build.
John rushes off, and the reporters try to follow, but they all give up quickly. There was no point.
---
Bert: Great news! I've managed to recruit 3 people in a ridiculously short amount of time, 2 of whom which you conveniently know already.
John: That's great news! Who are they?
Bert: Well, you've got Benny...
John: Benny!!!
Benny was a trumpet player at the jazz band John used to play in. He's the only player in the band John is still in contact with after the incident.
Benny: John!!
Bert: I also found one MegaBeast!
MegaBeast: You can call me Mark.
MegaBeast, or should I say Mark, was the guy John helped win a title for some local federation for no particular reason. I really don't know what he was thinking back then.
John: Hello again, Mark.
Bert: And, this guy loves jazz, is blind, and his last name is Wonder.
John: No way...
Bert: Yep, Steven Wonder!
John: Don't you mean Stevie?
Bert: Nope, Steven.
At that moment, an old, white, bald man walks out with dark shades and one of those canes blind people have.
Steven *looking the wrong way*: Hey there!
John: Um... 5 o'clock.
Steven turns around.
Steven: My bad!
Bert: Well... Here's the crew.
John: Yeah, yeah... Maybe next week. I'm feeling a little anxious about this match. I need to sleep.
Bert: Ugh. Fine. See ya then.
-----
That night, John lay in bed, on the verge of sleep.
Steven: Hiya, fella.
John: Whoa what the fuck? Why are you in the same bed as me? How did you get in here? How did you know I live here?
Steven: I have my ways.
John: Why are you even here?
Steven: I heard you were feeling a little anxious, so I'm gonna teach you a few tips to relax.
John: Okay... I guess? Just as long as you get out of here.
Steven: Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. When you breathe out, let all your worries out too. No point worrying. That's just more of a burden. Tell yourself you can do this. Because you can. You will feel determined. Have a ritual or something. I had a friend who used to carry Pizza Cake in his pocket when doing something. Every single time he did that, something good happened. It was great. Breathe in again. Breathe out. Be calm. Just relax. No need to do anything. Don't even train. You'll just work yourself up. Just relax. And you'll get a win.
John: Uh... Wow? That was kinda soothing.
But Steven was already gone.
John: Huh. Spooky.
And just like that, John went to sleep.
