The Hero hasn't been posting regularly as he'd lost abit of his mood since he returned, beaten though victorious. Having gone through some stuff in a short span of a few days has changed his outlook on many things he took for granted in his entire life. On people, on affairs, on all things big and small, animals and insects, germs and bacteria alike...
With the need to digest so much insight gained, he desperately sought out a place to meditate. The perfect place presented itself, in all its beauty and serenity, in none other than the form of a karaoke pub!
"Just the right place!", he thought to himself. With staggering steps, he entered the only place on earth that God (must have) created to bring peace to His people (or His own enjoyment), if only there weren't so many uncles and people who can't sing inside.
As with the way of meditations, he patiently sought out the centre of his whole being (the microphone). His patience was like a raging storm. It thundered. It swirled. It knocked people off their chairs and the mics out of their hands.
Now, with the most powerful weapon created since the Apple that fell on Newton and crippled his brain, our Hero sang, and he sang, and he sang. I mean, he meditated. He did it with all his might and poured all his heart and soul into the song meditation. The ugly people who sought to deter him from finding his peace by singing loudly and out of tune were silenced by the sheer force and emotions of his performance. All the bitches witches who were cackling at the top of their voices quietened. Peace flowed into everybody's hearts, though mixed with deep sorrow, for 4.22mins.
At last the Hero uttered his last verse, and God saw that it was good. And then the vortex of hell opened up again and swallowed all around him again.
Suddenly, Hero recieved a tap on his shoulders. He turned around, but was disappointed to find out that it was a guy. Just as he was about to turn back, the guy spoke.
He told the Hero about how it was the best thing he'd ever experienced, and he spoke of things that had never crossed the agile mind of the Hero, and gave the most encouragement that anybody had ever bestowed upon him. It was then, that "guy" proposed to bring him to a place that was nearer to God: "The Recording Studio"!
But what caught our Hero's attention the most was the lady who sat quietly beside "guy". Half of what was said was lost as the Hero sat mesmerized, unnoticed by the lady-in-question. He later found out that she had represented the local state to take part in this competition commonly knowned by most as Miss Oriental 2006 within the country, and had claimed 3rd place. But in the eyes of the Hero, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on, but for the newly grown pimple on her nose. It took all the strength he could muster to keep himself from kneeling down and kissing her feet.
Time flew past, and the pub threatened to collapse on them. "Guy" threatened that they would meet again, and they left with the knowledge that if fate were kind, their paths would indeed converge once again, and a Legend would be born!
to be continued...
