As he sang Miller was able to key lines he wrote in some of his songs. The work he was doing gave him what he needed he was ready. The lake he knew of he could perform at. He knew when and where he was going to be able to do this. It happened to be right in the summer. Miller had the money now that this would cost. He brought the show to some event holders and persuaded them to do business with him.
When the day came, he looked out to the crowds that were making they’re way. The sounds he was producing must have made it off the waves. Miller had used an area on the lake that was a natural amphitheatre, and had his stage erected by whom he hired after negotiating with his vendors. Miller took a flight afterwards he had made a good amount with the vendors he had hired along with other things like the merchandise he sold along with the music as he played. They recorded it while selling what they sold. When the show was over people stood in line to buy the music. The airport was not far away that he might be able to leave from, but he’ll want to make arrangements for another show.
Miller went back to the park, and stopped at the water treatment plant just outside the fence. The small sign on the fence held a baggy for Miller. The money he made was sent to his account, when he checked he knew he would have another show. So he wrote another song, and sang it in the hollow before leaving. Miller would take some time for his music to reach new listeners. He played well that day and realized it might have been a good idea to record the music.
The next day Miller went to work at the water treatment plant, and realized no one was around. This didn’t mean much to him just what he noticed, he guessed.
Miller wasn’t going to miss out on this. He used the facility for his amplification. He was going to use the hall he first noticed the larger pipes running in and out of the walls. He was going to use the hall like the hollow. He found a pitch that changed everything. That propelled Miller to a different level. He didn’t return home. The case was he heard something he had never heard. The water in the tubes amplified sound in a way that Miller was able to hear. He listened to his voice as he reached the right sound as he could hear it. As he began to picture the tubes as clear with a bluish tube of rushing bubbles he was able to tailor the sound to the volume that matched the pitch to create a sound that he couldn’t say he had heard before.
This wasn’t strange to him, but finally he felt he got to what he knew he had. It would just take practice to be able to use it. Miller was as astonished when Fredward appeared out of nowhere. “Didn’t think I would see you again.” Miller was surprised at this comment. “What do you mean this was one of the funniest parts of my life? You can’t get the stuff you grow anywhere else.” This did surprise Fredward. “Oh, I know, I guess. I see you are still interested in music, huh.” Miller felt no reason to be embarrassed. He just looked at Fredward like he knew.
“I have been singing a lot lately. I have to admit I like it a lot.” Fredward smiled, “I guess, so.” Miller wondered what this meant, but knew it was harmless. “So do you mind that I make random visits now that I don’t really live like I used to.”
“If you ever don’t know how to get in, ring the buzzer on the door.” Miller grinned, “I thought the buzzer didn’t work anymore.’ “You don’t tell anyone just ring it if you don’t get the door open.” They look at each other, “You’ve gotten very talented I would appreciate to hear your music.” Miller couldn’t believe the compliment after thinking their conversation was leading elsewhere. Fredward did what he did as he left the hallway. Miller was glad he left and started thinking about his new addition to the music he was making. Before he had to leave again he went ahead and purchased a small place not to far from the water treatment plant. This would allow him to go back somewhere when he knew he wouldn’t be performing his music.
He did know he would probably need a plane so he went to the airport there to see if he could buy a plane. He just got himself there, and then Miller decided to walk around until he could get someone he knew would talk to him about buying his own plane. The guy he bumped in to, took him to an office and opened a book for Miller to look at so he could choose his plane. It took awhile for him to choose on what he wanted to buy. He found the one he wanted filled out some paper work, then takes off. That was it the guy at the airport stood there for a while looking out the office door hanging onto the paper work as he looked.
When Miller got back from this excursion he went over to the water treatment plant to do some more fidgeting around when he got there he got in, and decided he would pull out from the discard bin, and hold onto it for later. He didn’t know if he wanted to go to the trail park or to the other place close by where he could live for times like these. Miller thought he would leave. So he made it to this place and decided to go in. He was probably going to pass on a trail ride.
So when he decides to pull out what he grabbed at the water treatment plant he set it to the side, and decided to write a song on his achievement of where he had gotten himself. He took a chance with hard work, and now had a whole lot to look forward to. How he found a voice and wanted to share it more. This was the beginning he had worked for. Miller knew he was on the right path towards his life. The life he was now enjoying waiting to see what it would bring. He couldn’t believe it had happened so fast.
Chapter 4
Music Land
When he was done with his first line he sang it. That was it the song he could connect with. The next day was for him to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He had to go to the trail for a ride. Now knowing he could get a new bike he realized he loved the one he had so there was no reason to get rid of it. He could get a new bike when the time came, but why worry about that. He made a meal to be able to ride for a good while not forgetting his pad and something to write with just in case. Miller probably wouldn’t write. The ride was long and hard, but he decided to keep going. He kept going surpassing any point he had ever felt. He hadn’t ever felt this way before so he decides to keep going to see what other change could occur. When he felt the need to return he started going in that direction, and didn’t stop until he was lying on the floor with an open drink near his head. Miller looked toward the ceiling, but wasn’t seeing much. He was trying to understand what he was feeling. He would not be able to return to his old self. He would have to get use to what he had just achieved. So he began to write when he got his strength back. He would need it to be able to compute with his brain. He wrote lyrics he couldn’t ever remember thinking or feeling. He did one thing he went to the water treatment plant looking for Anastasia. It happened to work out that the time of day happened to work in his benefit because she would be there while the scientist would not. Anastasia experienced excitement surprised to see Miller not able to recognize him. It didn’t take long for them to be returning to his new location in her truck with his bike in toe. He had crammed it in the back, and had to close the back before returning to re-open it to retrieve his bike. “This place is wonderful. You are all by yourself?” Miller had chosen a location that happened to be completely closed off comfortably from any passers-by. He also had chosen a location that also allowed him an undisclosed route to the trails only a few miles away.
Miller was now fully capable to manifest the way he was going to.
Anastasia stood in shock looking at her old fellow employee lover like she hadn’t ever really met him. Her surprise was to over powering involving the scene he had welcomed her to. Miller dropped his bike and left it as they made there a place that they were struggling to keep dressed. At least, from when they were behind the door Miller was more able to communicate with language not with physical compliments. “When did you decide to live here and why are you living here? Where have you been? And how are you affording all of this? You’re not selling anything from underneath the treatment plant?” Miller was surprised, “No!” Miller motioned her closer, “I increased what I was working on in a way that manifested itself over night. Right now, I’m really trying to understand how to use it.” Miller stays quite for a moment. “That’s all.” “Then where did you get all this money?” Anastasia