Chapter Two
Danny Habba’s electric guitar boomed loudly shattering the darkness. I woke up somewhere in a strange big bed with black curtains drawn around it. It was dark inside of the curtained walls and a strong smell of something old and stale, like an attic trunk, burned my nostrils.
Danny Habba’s music was already loud enough to wake the dead and someone was turning it up even louder. I covered my ears so that my eardrums wouldn’t burst and bleed. I wasn’t myself, my mind was slow and I could not focus to remember a terror, or fear that I should have been feeling, and remembering. But for some reason I couldn’t remember what had happened to me.
Each time I tried to remember what I should be worried about my thick, syrupy thoughts met a brick wall and stuck to it; sliding slowly down and disintegrating.
“Please turn the music down,” I mumbled because the loud, acoustic guitar was booming and vibrating so loud that the curtain on my tomb like bed were swaying and shaking.
“Please turn that frickin’ music down!” I pleaded through clinched teeth.
“You don’t like my music?” The rich voice asked, faking sadness.
“ You don’t like Danny Habba? Boo-hoo-boo-hoo,” he laughed and turned the music up even louder.
“Turn that music down! My head is splitting,” I pleaded.
I was in some wave of madness here, wherever here was. There was something so wrong with this big bed with the curtains and musty attic trunk smell. Where was I?
And why wasn’t I more concerned about---about-- I didn’t know or quite remember why I was where I was. I couldn’t remember what it was that I was supposed to be concerned about.
“Come out dance with me.”
The curtain opened and Danny Habba, teen heart throb, Danny Habba best guitarist that had ever lived, Danny Habba best guitarist that ever died…Danny Habba?
“ Baaaa---nana------da--da--dum. Baaaaaa---naaaa---daaaaa---daaa---daaaa---daa-daa.”
He was striking the strings fast, furiously, beautiful, wonderfully, soooo perfectly.
Dead Danny Habba was playing the song Unreachable Girl. He had gotten 10 Grammies for that album.
“ Baaaa--naaa-naaa--daa--daaa-dum. Baaa--naaa---naaa-daaa-daaa-daa--dum.Baaaa--naaa-naaa--daa--daaa-dum. Baaa--naaa---naaa-daaaa-daaa-daa--dum,” he played. Danny Habba was playing his guitar right in front of me. He was standing there, strumming and weaving strings in and out in a way that no one had ever or would again, but how was he?
TEEN HEART THROB DANNY HABBA KILLED IN MYSTERY CAR CRASH DAY AFTER GRAMMY!!! The headlines were everywhere!
“Come on unreachable girl and dance with me!”
I was suddenly up on my feet in Danny Habba’s arms, dancing around with him and his guitar. He let me go and began playing again.
Even though I am extremely shy and not ugly, but definitely not pretty. I’m 25 pounds overweight---which is a lot but on a 5ft 2’ frame, it’s quite noticeable. But with Danny Habba standing there playing Unreachable Girl, I began dancing and trying to twist my hips and dance the way that the popular girls at school danced, when the boys smiled at them.
“ Go Chastity Vase, Unreachable Girl! Go Chastity Vase, Unreachable Girl!”
Handsome Danny Habba, Beautiful Danny Habba, is playing his guitar for me, Chastity Vase.
But wait! How does Danny Habba know that my name is Chastity Vase?
How is dead Danny Habba here playing his guitar and where is here? I stopped dancing and looked at my surroundings. Candles were burning on small tables in a large room. A small dorm size refrigerator sat in the corner next to a portable television. A small stack of current magazines with Danny Habba’s pictures gracing each cover were all in the seat of one lonely leather chair that faced a windowless wall.
Finally, I looked back towards Danny Habba. I didn’t really know what to say. Was I crazy or something? I must be crazy, what else could explain Danny Habba?
I wondered because how could any of this be reality for flesh and blood people?
Then quite suddenly I remembered the falling tree that had been struck by lightning. I remembered how the mighty current of water, rushed past my ankles, and how it made me lose my balance and fall backwards.
“I want to live! I want to live!”
Those were the last thoughts on my mind as I watched the burning tree leap for me.
Was I dead? Was this why I could see and hear Danny Habba? Oh no! Oh no!
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks! Stupid! Stupid me! My need to be in the popular crowd ; around those stupid girls, had cost me my life. And now I was a dead girl.
“Take a seat, Chastity. And let me school you, unreachable girl, in what is happening to you.”
I wanted to cringe when he called me, Ordinary Chastity, “Unreachable Girl.” For a moment I felt that he was making fun of me, but those famous dark eyes of Danny’s were known all over the world for their warmth and intensity. He would never make fun of me. I felt special inside as he looked at me. I was empowered as I stared into his eyes . “Unreachable Girl.”, he called to me again and I gladly sat down in his one chair and waited to hear what he had to tell me about what was happening to me.
Danny Habba’s music was already loud enough to wake the dead and someone was turning it up even louder. I covered my ears so that my eardrums wouldn’t burst and bleed. I wasn’t myself, my mind was slow and I could not focus to remember a terror, or fear that I should have been feeling, and remembering. But for some reason I couldn’t remember what had happened to me.
Each time I tried to remember what I should be worried about my thick, syrupy thoughts met a brick wall and stuck to it; sliding slowly down and disintegrating.
“Please turn the music down,” I mumbled because the loud, acoustic guitar was booming and vibrating so loud that the curtain on my tomb like bed were swaying and shaking.
“Please turn that frickin’ music down!” I pleaded through clinched teeth.
“You don’t like my music?” The rich voice asked, faking sadness.
“ You don’t like Danny Habba? Boo-hoo-boo-hoo,” he laughed and turned the music up even louder.
“Turn that music down! My head is splitting,” I pleaded.
I was in some wave of madness here, wherever here was. There was something so wrong with this big bed with the curtains and musty attic trunk smell. Where was I?
And why wasn’t I more concerned about---about-- I didn’t know or quite remember why I was where I was. I couldn’t remember what it was that I was supposed to be concerned about.
“Come out dance with me.”
The curtain opened and Danny Habba, teen heart throb, Danny Habba best guitarist that had ever lived, Danny Habba best guitarist that ever died…Danny Habba?
“ Baaaa---nana------da--da--dum. Baaaaaa---naaaa---daaaaa---daaa---daaaa---daa-daa.”
He was striking the strings fast, furiously, beautiful, wonderfully, soooo perfectly.
Dead Danny Habba was playing the song Unreachable Girl. He had gotten 10 Grammies for that album.
“ Baaaa--naaa-naaa--daa--daaa-dum. Baaa--naaa---naaa-daaa-daaa-daa--dum.Baaaa--naaa-naaa--daa--daaa-dum. Baaa--naaa---naaa-daaaa-daaa-daa--dum,” he played. Danny Habba was playing his guitar right in front of me. He was standing there, strumming and weaving strings in and out in a way that no one had ever or would again, but how was he?
TEEN HEART THROB DANNY HABBA KILLED IN MYSTERY CAR CRASH DAY AFTER GRAMMY!!! The headlines were everywhere!
“Come on unreachable girl and dance with me!”
I was suddenly up on my feet in Danny Habba’s arms, dancing around with him and his guitar. He let me go and began playing again.
Even though I am extremely shy and not ugly, but definitely not pretty. I’m 25 pounds overweight---which is a lot but on a 5ft 2’ frame, it’s quite noticeable. But with Danny Habba standing there playing Unreachable Girl, I began dancing and trying to twist my hips and dance the way that the popular girls at school danced, when the boys smiled at them.
“ Go Chastity Vase, Unreachable Girl! Go Chastity Vase, Unreachable Girl!”
Handsome Danny Habba, Beautiful Danny Habba, is playing his guitar for me, Chastity Vase.
But wait! How does Danny Habba know that my name is Chastity Vase?
How is dead Danny Habba here playing his guitar and where is here? I stopped dancing and looked at my surroundings. Candles were burning on small tables in a large room. A small dorm size refrigerator sat in the corner next to a portable television. A small stack of current magazines with Danny Habba’s pictures gracing each cover were all in the seat of one lonely leather chair that faced a windowless wall.
Finally, I looked back towards Danny Habba. I didn’t really know what to say. Was I crazy or something? I must be crazy, what else could explain Danny Habba?
I wondered because how could any of this be reality for flesh and blood people?
Then quite suddenly I remembered the falling tree that had been struck by lightning. I remembered how the mighty current of water, rushed past my ankles, and how it made me lose my balance and fall backwards.
“I want to live! I want to live!”
Those were the last thoughts on my mind as I watched the burning tree leap for me.
Was I dead? Was this why I could see and hear Danny Habba? Oh no! Oh no!
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks! Stupid! Stupid me! My need to be in the popular crowd ; around those stupid girls, had cost me my life. And now I was a dead girl.
“Take a seat, Chastity. And let me school you, unreachable girl, in what is happening to you.”
I wanted to cringe when he called me, Ordinary Chastity, “Unreachable Girl.” For a moment I felt that he was making fun of me, but those famous dark eyes of Danny’s were known all over the world for their warmth and intensity. He would never make fun of me. I felt special inside as he looked at me. I was empowered as I stared into his eyes . “Unreachable Girl.”, he called to me again and I gladly sat down in his one chair and waited to hear what he had to tell me about what was happening to me.
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