Flagler Fiction Series
And Your Dreams Come True
Ginny smiled when Danny Street came in. The boy was handsome, and had gone to FlaglerPalmCoastHigh School, with their daughter. He was an amazing guitarist, and, on several Friday nights, had played in the courtyard between Kokomo’s Café and Bahama Mama’s. Danny drew not only a younger crowd of smiling females, but a mature crowd who loved his acoustic renditions of classic 60’s rock and country staples from before he was born.
“I haven’t seen you in forever,” she said, from behind the counter. “The last thing I heard, you’d gone off to Nashville to become a star.”
Danny laughed and tucked his long blond locks behind an ear. “I wish. I went up there to record a few demo tracks, but nothing really came of it.” He looked around at the few customers in the main room and leaned forward. “But I have a meeting with a manager today.”
Ginny clapped. “Amazing! I knew you’d get somewhere, didn’t I always tell you that?”
Mac came out from the kitchen. “Hey, buddy. What’s this I hear about you getting rich and famous and forgetting about us little people?”
“You know it will never happen.” Danny, again, tucked his long blond hair behind his ear. “I’m going to meet him here later today. I invited the gang to come down so I could talk to them beforehand.”
“Taking the whole band with you to Nashville?” Ginny asked.
Danny put his hands up and smiled. “Who can really say? I sure hope so.”
“You’ve jammed with your friends for years and years. How amazing would it be, not only for you to get rich and famous, but to be able to take care of the people around you? They must be excited. Do you want some coffees?”
“I could really use a slice of the six-layer carrot cake. The manager will be here in a couple of hours, so just put it on his tab. He’s good for it. Maybe a smoothie, too. I need to focus and relax a bit. I’m going to chill in the side room until the guys get here. It’s so great to see you two again.”
* * * * *
“Wade, this is difficult, trust me,” Danny said.
“Bullshit. I can’t believe, after all we’ve been through, you’re going to drop us like this. For what? Some hotshot manager who’s going to make you into a star?”
“It does sound kinda cool,” Jayce said.
Wade turned to Jayce, who had his sunglasses on despite the fact they were sitting in the side room of Kokomo’s Café with the lights off and only natural sunlight peeking through the curtains. “Shut up, you burnout hippie. You always agree with whatever he says, no matter what. Dude, he’s dumping us so he can go off and be a star. We’re being left behind, don’t you get it?”
Jayce shrugged. “I’m happy for him. He’s my bro.”
Wade turned back to Danny. “We had a deal.”
Danny shook his head. “We had a few big dreams, sitting in your mom’s garage and jamming, that’s all. Look, I’m sorry you’re mad. I get it, I do… but this is my chance to make something of myself. You think I want to be trapped in FlaglerBeach, playing shitty free shows to mindless tourists? Shit, I’m too good for that.”
“What about us?”
Danny sat back and sipped his smoothie. “What about you?”
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