Miller would have to get back. When he did he made a return visit to the water treatment plant. It seemed different almost reorganized with what seemed like more equipment. “Yeah, they just started one day and I had to work around without it being known what I was doing then on to make up work. That was it for three or four weeks.” Miller lost interest when he noticed a new type of plant. “Well I came up with that after months of research and testing and I have to say I recommend you trying that.” Fredward’s since of approval was satisfactory so Miller was sure to have a bag of what had been discarded. “So you’ve been playing music this whole time from when you first started working?” Miller was caught off guard by the question. “I’ve been really busy. Why?” “No it’s nothing you’ve just seemed to have changed.” Miller didn’t know how to take this but, “Later, thanks.” Was what he said as he left the science lab for home. He couldn’t believe Fredward would need to tell him something like that. But he guesses a lot of working changes you enough to notice. And the reason he left was so he could get to work. When Miller got home he made a paper roll of the cannabis he was given. He smoked it while he rolled a cigar of the same special cannabis blend Mr. Sampson shared with him. The smell was driving Miller crazy when he was trying to follow up with what Fredward was saying. Miller had never craved something he could smell like that. That’s why he made quick work to get some of the smoke in his lungs. He wanted to feel its affect and it surpassed anything he ever felt according to smoking types of cannabis. This almost made him realize it wasn’t for him, any more. Once he decided that was all that he ever needed. When he came down to normal this work amount didn’t stop until the morning. When he was ready for a ride that is the next thing he did. As soon as he got to the trails he felt a relief that he was about to have fun. So he began riding the trails and soon had to stop to let three deer cross the path in front of him. He was astonished how comfortable they seemed at how close they were to him. When they cleared the path he began again and went for a hard long ride. He decided to go to the water treatment plant with the bag he wanted to return of the discarded plant material. When Fredward saw that he was emptying the baggy into a bin he asked, “Did you not enjoy it?” Miller assured him, “No I did it just made me realize I don’t need to use it anymore.” Fredward understood and kept on the course he was heading. Before he got out of the area Fredward turned and asked him what it was like. Miller had to take a second to think about how to explain. “You know it was so much it was clearing.” This could have been the best answer for Fredward to be told because this was the first plant he had engineered. “And that’s astonishing, thank you.” Miller had to explain more. Miller saw Anastasia from a distance with a smile for Miller. He looked at her and kept looking. Anastasia was elated by Miller’s action on her behalf led to where she was. If he hadn’t made helpful suggestions she knows she could be in an impossible trouble. When he smiled he waved goodbye he was busy and had to go. When he got back to his workstation he began to schedule the events country wide, and would eventually have to call for each to be set up. Miller took the time while drawing out the posters he would use to market each event, to work on his voice. The songs he was interested in singing he could flip through his journal realizing he could probably put the posters on billboards around the areas he would play on their highways. This also made him realize, if he were going to play, he would need to make a round on his plane to check out where he would have a venue.
The work would take him quite a while to finish scheduling. He would have to start off the construction of these parts soon enough to knock it out within a year. This was a goal that came to mind for the whole tour. Miller had gotten so use to the different types of cuisine he was having that now he was going to need to do something for this. He knew he could fly back to these places, but then he decided he would just get a bigger place. He would need more land not another house. This got him thinking he could grow the food he was wanting to consume. That wasn’t that important, and could happen in the mean time. Miller’s music was becoming mainstream in different parts of the world, but he wasn’t experiencing any thing different in his life. He wasn’t what was having an effect with people, but the message people were receiving amongst one another. He wasn’t much of the attractant, but more of what he had made. What had a lot to do with the start of making his music, Miller hadn’t realized was when he and Fredward met then what transpired between meeting, after how they met. Miller didn’t know the same effect happened to Fredward. This kind of worked off of each other. Miller taking Sampson up on his original offer to work for him took Miller to a whole new level. By working with Sampson Miller had more of a reason to be over by the trails, and would ride them more often. Which in fact caused Miller to work on his music idea more and then being able to invest in it with what he was paid for working at the water treatment plant. The flight of Miller’s work started there. The situation where he met Fredward was a push in a new direction for Miller, and then entry into a facility without any requirement was a foreboding experience. That led to his trail riding by mountain bike that led to a creative motivation. Some time later after his development he was motivated to use it. He shared what he could do with other people.
Miller was tired of writing and working so he went for a plane ride. Miller had done quite a bit of work previous to his take off, and he had a number of places he needed to see. The first was a sight, he’d write it down as number one. The next site on the list was again another show. He made it half way through his plane visits when he met a stewardess that would keep landed for a date and a night then back on his way. Returning home was way quicker than he could have thought. He was there and back like nothing passed the last few days felt like six hours to him. Well he would need to start making phone calls. This was an eight-hour period that left only a few sites unwarranted. His guarantee in the other ones was the start of building his show.
He hadn’t seen Anastasia in a while so he guessed she must be busy. The scientist was working on a lot more Miller had noticed. Miller got busy. He started working on what would be his commercials for the show what he would put on billboards. This was going to be a big investment, but he knew he could cover it he would just have to make a good amount, he would see. He was not going to worry about vendors, but you would really want to go if you bought one of his tickets. Some of the areas were expensive for rent. Their would be a few shows at night. Miller lost total control for a bike ride and went straight to it. He was not interested in smoking cannabis like he had been before the relaxation of exercise was what he wanted. Sure enough when he got to the hollow he began to write something and when he finished he was on it again riding the next trail like there was no tomorrow. More girls were using the trails he started noticing so was he.
As he woke up he wasn’t hungry or tired he wanted to get on his bike. As soon as he got to the trails he got into a conversation with the first girl on the trails. She didn’t have much to say, but Miller lived right by. The next girl was really thinking hard when he got over to her, but she didn’t think twice when he invited her over. He was getting kind of tired but he went again anyway, and he got a dinner date who would spend the night before another trail visit. It was summer so Miller could also offer a shower. This girl couldn’t get enough of him or the trails. It was all he could do to remember to have clothes on the trails much as have them off at home. This girl had skipped her job for a day without realizing so he made sure to write down her number when he got it in case she ever wanted to come back if they didn’t see each other on the trails. When she left Miller went back to the trail’s, and these girls weren’t going to go anywhere without each other so Miller spent that with the two girls in his bed. On the way to the store Miller decided he would buy as much foreign type cuisine he could buy. He wasn’t going to want to fly over seas for at least two weeks he wanted to get as much of the show done so he could enjoy more of the trails and his summer. He didn’t take to much time at the store because of an older woman way aware of Miller so he was only glad the girls from the trails left when he went for the store. She wasn’t too reserved and was more than comfortable enough to say a hello, and he was comfortable enough to walk her to her car. She was very complimenting of the dish Miller prepared for the two of them to have. “Where did you learn to make that?” Miller took a second, “I was traveling and wanted to get something to eat. So I went to the first place I could find and some how got what we just ate. I was so hungry I just showed my money and I was served a plate.” This story went well with another pour of a bottle one of a few Miller had acquired on a visit to a vineyard. Come to think of it he hadn’t