A Musical Moment of Zen
Middle of November, a week before Thanksgiving break
8:16 PM Eastern Standard Time
The radio comes back from a commercial break and the DJ's voice picks up. "It's pretty miserable out tonight, folks. Pouring down rain, cold, nasty. The kinda night that you'd much rather just sleep away, ya know. Stay indoors. Veg out with the TV or a book. But I'm thinking that some of you out there need a little energy. A little kick in the pants. So for all you late shifters, doing what you do to keep the world spinning at night, for all you pizza guys keeping the heavy fuel heading my way, for all you kids out there hitting the books hard between X-Box breaks, let's see if we can get the juices flowing a bit."
The first beats and synth stabs reach out, seeping into your head, filling a back beat into your own pulse.
Down on Peabody Street, sitting at the dinning room table upstairs, Robby and Kenny are bent over their homework, As the beats and volume build, Robby's shoulder twitches in time to the beat. Kenny notices almost at once, looking up with a quixotic expression.
Three blocks away, Max is up in his room, trying to answer a history question from his text when the beat invades his ears as well. Unconsciously, his heel starts lifting and dropping with the meter and he takes in a deep breath.
Out in Salisbury Beach, Nick clicks on the radio in time to hear the DJ's final sentence and his eyes snap open wide, recognizing the song. Over at the small desk they share, Cody is face down trying to puzzle out Latin conjugations for "occento" when the sound reaches him as well. From under his bangs, he looks over to see Nick beginning to shake his hip around slowly in time with the beat.
Robby slowly looks up, his blue eyes partly shadowed by his hat. "Standing in the rain," he half sings half whispers.
Max slowly stands, bowed over, but his heel still keeping time. "With his head hung low"
Nick raises his head, leaning all the way back, his hands slowly forming fists. "Couldn't get a ticket."
Kenny looks over at Robby, lifting an eyebrow. "It was a sold out show?"
Robby looked over at Kenny, his eyes beginning to match the grin forming on his face.
"Heard the roar of the crowd."
Max unconsciously activates his body focus, his telekinetic touch reaching over to the radio's volume knob and giving it a few degrees of twist louder. "He could picture the scene."
Nick points at Cody, swinging his body around to face his boy friend full on. "Put his ear to the wall!"
Kenny leaps to his feet, taking a stance as Robby also stands up, so fast that the heavy oak chair behind him slides back two feet. Together they sing, "And like a distant scream!"
Max's arms flail into a windmill air guitar strum, head stretched high, a grimace of rock glory on his face, singing out as well. "He heard one guitar!"
Nick took three quick steps and slid on his knees to where Cody sat, looking on bewildered. "Just blew him away!"
Kenny and Robby rammed shoulders together, shouting out the lyrics, mimicking guitars themselves. "Saw stars in his eyes!"
Max jumped and dropped to one knee while strumming the next power chord on his imaginary guitar. "And the very next day!"
Nick slid his hand out on the imaginary neck of his own imaginary guitar, bringing his voice down. "Bought a beat up six string."
Cody looked over at his crazy boyfriend and rubbed his fingers in Nick's wild mop top. "in a second hand store."
Robby looked across the room and hopscotched two of the Jedi class light sabers over to his and Kenny's hands. "Didn't know how to play it."
"Boy's, what's going on in there," Kenny's dad said from the kitchen.
Max felt his body focus energize, his body starting to glow as the beat built up again.
Nick looked deep into Cody's eyes, watching as his more straight laced boy began to put his hands in the air guitar position as well. "But he knew for sure..."
"That one guitar!" And all the boys strummed their instruments at once, singing loudly.
"Felt good in his hands." Nick leaned backwards, stretching his thighs as he put his shoulders to the floor. Cody stood, going into "I'm too cool for guitar, I play bass" mode.
"Didn't take long!" Max shouted out, swinging his arm wild for the strum as his feet left the ground.
"To understand!" Kenny called out turning his back to Robby's shoulder, both of them using the lightsaber blades as guitar necks and strumming over the handles..
"Just one guitar!" Nick called out, popping back up to his feet and switching into glabro form, looking more rough and ready rock star-ish.
"Slung way down low!" Robby sang, turning so his back was pressed up against Kenny's back. He felt Kenny's head loll back against his shoulder as they both kept playing air guitar.
"Was a one way ticket," Max sang out, turning the volume up again from across the room.
"Only one way to go," Cody sang, stepping forwards and playfully nudging Nick over backwards.
"So he started rockin!" Robby and Kenny stood side by side, leaning back and forth to the beat as they sang and played
"And he's never gonna stop!" Cody also switched to glabro, instantly looking 5 years older and a bit rough around the edges.
"Gotta keep on rockin'!" Kenny shouted, leaning back deep as if hitting a really high note on the lightsaber in his hands.
"Some day gonna make it to the top!" Robby shouted, spinning in place.
"And be a juke - box - hero!" Max sang out, eyes closed, spinning in the air. His brother Michael opened the door, having heard Max banging around from downstairs and looked on in annoyance. He shook his head wearily and closed the door.
Over at Paul's home, Jack was watching in mild amusement as Paul knelt on his bed, strumming imaginary strings on his own Jedi class lightsaber. Paul's singing was horrible, but the show wasn't bad, as far as Jack was concerned. He simply grinned, his hands slapping out drum beats as Paul made an absolute fool of himself.
Paul just grinned and grimaced banging his head in time with the song.
As the final drum beats kicked down and the last strum sounded, the boys collapsed back in their seats. Robby and Kenny dropped on the big overstuffed couch, giggling maniacally as Kenny's dad came into the room to see what was so funny. Max relaxed and sighed heavily, telekinetically turning the volume down again and picking up his pencil, thinking of visiting Cameron's dreams later that night. Cody sat sideways on the desk chair and draped an arm over the high wooden chair back, watching as Nick fell over the back of the couch and noticed Yoseph's bare feet, looking up to see his mentor glancing back and forth between the two boys. Paul collapsed backwards on the bed and immediately had to deal with Jack pouncing him.
The next song began, even as the rain outside continued to fall.