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Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two

The Shaking of Foundations, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update
 
The call came in the dead of night. Joseph grabbed his cellphone. “This is Joseph Cantrell,” he said.  The voice on the other end was unfamiliar. The man introduced himself as Walter Noel.
“I’m your grand uncle’s lawyer. I’m very sorry to bring this news to you. But the old gent deceased last night. Kitchen fire.”
“So, he was still able to care for himself.”
 
“Oh, absolutely, in fact he insisted. Said he’s always been on his own and it would be a cold day in Hades were he to surrender himself to the care of another.”
“That sounds like Uncle Joe. Capable, except for the fire.”
“Yes. We were all very shocked, didn’t see that coming. Listen, I’m calling because you have been named his sole beneficiary. As the eldest, you get the house, the property and the horses he left behind. Also the contents of his bank account.  Your uncle was a very rich man. You are required to attend the reading of the will. How soon can you get here?”
 
Joseph ran a hand over his head, catching the stray wisps of hair unleashed from the tie that held it together, by his slumber. “Two months at the earliest. We’re currently residing on Vulcan.”
“Vulcan! He told me you were far away. I didn’t anticipate off-planet. I shall postpone the reading, then. Since no one else is mentioned in his will, we have that luxury.”
 
*~~*~*~~*~~*
 
“Dad, what is it, what’s wrong?” Erik said, all but stumbling into his parents room. His father was seated on the edge of the rumpled bed, his mother surprisingly fast asleep. Must have taken a sedative. For the first time in his young life, his father looked on the worn side.  Haggard.
“It’s your Great-Uncle,” Joseph said, struggling to get the words out, lest he give into the grief that battered the back of his eyes.
“The one you were named for. He’s ancient, isn’t he?”
 
“You might say so, he just had his one-hundred and fourth birthday.  Last time I saw him he was still so full of life. You can’t keep that one down,”
“Dad?”
“Kitchen fire. He apparently tried to put it out, but his efforts were fruitless. Smoke inhalation.”
“I’m so sorry.”
 
“What a guy he was, though, I remember when . . .”
 
 
“So you’re saying Uncle Joe basically raised you and your siblings,” Erik said.
“After your Grandfather passed, Uncle Joe did come to live with my siblings and me. You see your Grandmother died years before. Uncle Joe was great. He used to tell such outrageous stories. I’m guessing that’s where you get your penchant for such. In many ways you remind me of him.” Joseph shook his head. “We didn’t know you couldn’t see, but you made up some of the most delicious stories about what you were seeing in the picture books.”
“Okay, maybe.” Erik had never met the man, but he used to relish the stories his aunts and uncles shared whenever they came over. His father’s family was very close. He knew his dad was really hurting over this loss, too. Reaching over, he placed a warm hand on his father’s shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?” Placing a hand over Erik’s Joseph nodded, slowly.
“That’s enough reminiscing for now. Why don’t you turn in and get some rest. We have lots to do, in just a few hours. So many loose ends . . .”
 
*~~*~~*~~*~~*
 
Come the morning, Joseph began the business of resigning his post at the school, and formally withdrawing Aaron, Joey and Brianna from school, securing their records for transfer. Since Erik had already graduated, his last task was to contact T’Lar, as she expected Brianna to return to the Temple upon her seventeenth birthday, so she could sit the time-honored Test, the K’Matra; which would be the final assessment of her control over her skills; how far she could project her thoughts, if she could truly Mindmeld with another. These were crucial tests. Bree would be the very first human to do so.
 
T’Lar who had been amazingly accommodating to this human family, secured Joseph’s oath that he and his daughter would return upon Brianna’s seventeenth birthday. He obtained a realtor and listed the house for a quick sale. Within two weeks, the family was on their way back to Earth.
 
*~~*~~*~~*~~*
 
“I have to say, that was a rather pleasant, and short trip,” Louise said.
“I told you two months was the norm. Taking a commercial ship, this time helped. Ah, here’s our cab. Come along kids, slide into the back two seats. I’m anxious to see what the old place looks like.”
 
“Hm,” Brianna said, “looks remarkable considering its age. When was it built again? Eighteen hundred-seventy-four?”
“Exactly four hundred years ago, that’s right. Joe took care of it. He always felt that was his mission, after your Grandpa died. The lot always goes to the eldest son.” Turning halfway in his front seat, Joseph looked at Aaron “That means you. I always told you there were perks to being the firstborn.”
“But it’s so big.”
 
“Solution,” Erik said, “get married and have children. That should fill the ol’ place up in no time.”
“But I don’t even know if I like kids.”
Joey shrugged, “No worries, I can just move in, wife, kids et al.”
Erik waved his hand under his nose, “Joey, if you don’t learn to bathe more often I doubt you’ll even get married. Let alone get physically close enough to make babies.”
 
“What are you saying?” Joey said. The cab stopped at the curb and the family debarked. Taking their luggage, the family began to explore their new residence.
 
“Wow, look at this place, it’s like a moment out of time,” Erik said.  As they entered the front door, a small living room space was to their left. On the right was a set of wooden double-doors, he top half of the doors also made of ornate glass leading into what Erik spied was a music room. “Whoa, look at that grand piano! Oh, hey, I love this place already.”
 
Moving through the hallway, veering to the left the family found themselves in the kitchen. 
Sadly, the island, with half of it burnt remained, a solemn, sad memory of just why they were here.  Joseph caught his breath, “I thought Mr. Noel said this had been cleaned up.”
“Spooky,” Joey said.
“It’s okay, he’s not here,” Brianna said. “He was a steadfast Believer, and he has gone to his reward. This place is not haunted,” she told Joey in no uncertain terms.
 
 
 
All for now. Thanks for reading!

 

  • The Perils of Love Day, part two, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update

    Erik and Kayleigh had barely stepped out of the turbo-lift into Wyvern Hall, when they were confronted by one of the older students. “You’re out past curfew, you know. You two are so busted.”    

    “You know what, buddy?” Erik said, in a pleasant tone. “Two things. One, I don’t like how you’re looking at my girl, and two, it’s only five-fifteen in the late afternoon. Curfew, as stated in the House Rules, is midnight. So, back off.” Gazing over at Kayleigh, he said, “Grab your books and let’s sit over there to study, shall we?” Upon their return Kayleigh took the armchair and Erik sat on the sofa. As if to make a point, they both cracked open their booklets. Finally, the guy walked off.

    He’s probably the one leaving the nasty little notes I’ve heard about. There’s a name for people like that . . .Erik silently groused.

    For the first several minutes the two were actually able to get some of their reading done. Suddenly the whoosh of the turbo-lift doors caught their ears and a small media scrum of Paparazzi invaded their quarters. Happily, they were singularly focused on Erik, as they took numerous pictures of the star, the clack-clacking of the shutter resounding like the keys of several old-fashioned typewriters from days gone by. Obnoxious, the sound was disrupting. Erik found himself reading the same paragraph over and over.

    “Enough, please,” Kayleigh spoke up. “People are studying here. Bad enough we have to put up with His Nibs, as nice as he is,” She quickly added to Erik’s dismayed expression, “But, as you can imagine, you and your fellow Shutterbugs, invade our space on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. This is university, it’s not exactly easy. So, please, let us study. Thank you.”

    Skulking off again, they waited until they heard the closing of the elevator doors. 
    “Wow,” Erik said, “maybe I should hire you as my manager. You have me wishing to crawl off somewhere,” and then he laughed. A long, heartfelt chuckle. “Do you mind if we extend this date,” he asked once he calmed down again. 
    Smiling, Kayleigh said, “I was about to ask you the same thing. So, yes, let’s do.”
    Before they could resume their studies, another roommate walked right between them.

    “Are you kidding me?” Kayleigh said, “I don’t know about you, but I was taught to walk behind people not in front of them. Not like there’s not room to do so.”
    “I know,” Erik said. “Welcome to dorm life!”
    “Must be akin to a boarding house.”
    “As in ‘pardon my boarding house reach’?”

    “I need a bit of a break,” Erik said. “I’m just going to get a soda from the fridge, do you want anything?”
    “No, thanks.”

    They were having such a good time Kayleigh asked if they could extend their date again.  This time, Erik, sitting on the sofa next to her, soda in hand gently explained that as terrific a time as he was having, enjoying her company immensely, that he seriously needed to focus solely on his studies.

     “Doesn’t mean we can’t still sit here together; it just means I won’t be able to participate in so much conversation. There’s Prom tomorrow . . .”
    “Oh, but I wasn’t planning on that. I have to be at Midnight Services, or that skinning Daddy promised you will befall on me.”

    “No, Kayleigh we’re going. I promise we’ll leave in more than enough time to get to Church Services tomorrow night. It will be a fun way to get to that late hour. Besides, I don’t want it to turn out later you resent me for not taking you.”
    “Erik, I would never . . .”
    “Because I realize already, those are your father’s words. Our dance card is full, which is another reason we have to end our date tonight.”

    “Okay, but it doesn’t make me happy.” She pouted.
    “Oh, oh, none of that. Don’t you do it,” Erik said, as he wriggled his fingers and then commenced to tickle her.

     “That’s better,” he said to her peals of laughter. Placing his hands over hers, he gazed deeply into her big blue eyes. “I really, really like you,” he murmured. “But I have to get some sleep.” 

    As they stood up, Erik pulled her into him and kissed her. “See you in the morning.”

    All for now. Thanks for reading.

    • Ellupelluellu's avatar
      Ellupelluellu
      Hero

      Your episodes are not out of order, It may only seem so when looking fast. All are in order you meant to :) 

      Tho you might of forgotten picture-placeholder text in , under some pics :) Does not bug me, but saying in case you want to edit those out :) 

      I'm glad the Love Day ended up sweet 💗

       

       

    • rosemow's avatar
      rosemow
      Hero

      It great that the Love Day date went well 🙂 Erik is very caring of her and wanting to do what is right.

      • GalacticGal's avatar
        GalacticGal
        Seasoned Ace

        Thank you. I am trying to delve further into personalities, this go-around.

    • oolonglong's avatar
      oolonglong
      Seasoned Veteran

      You go Kayleigh! I love the way you stood up to the paparazzi. They seemed to have a wonderful date even with all the obstacles.

      • GalacticGal's avatar
        GalacticGal
        Seasoned Ace

        Thank you. But sometimes love isn't easy, you know? Plus, they do have obstacles to avoid, lest her father swoop in and put the kybosh on them even seeing each other. Yikes.

  • A Big Deal, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update [Final Part Two]
     
    Erik slept for a good eleven hours before he emerged from the room he shared with his brothers.  The others had already launched into various pursuits. All of the pre-Term prep completed, Kayleigh and Erik’s siblings enjoyed a game of Sabacc.  Erik, his shoulder-length hair askew in many different directions, stuck his head into the room momentarily to greet them with the Holy day’s greeting, to which they all responded, accordingly. “Is there any coffee, by chance?” he asked.
    “I’ll make a new pot,” Kayleigh offered, getting up.
    “Thanks, I’d like that,” Erik said, as he disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, looking far more like himself, his thick hair tamed once again, Erik grabbed a fresh cup of the special blend of coffee. Taking a sip, “This is great, thanks.”
     
    The late afternoon air was warm for once. He invited Kayleigh to sit out on the front balcony bench to observe the clouds. “Something on your mind?” She asked after several quiet moments passed. Watching him carefully she said, “Would you like to talk about it?” More silence ensued before he said,
    “What do you do when you find yourself at a crossroads?”
     
    Kayleigh could tell by the sound of his voice, he was serious. “Crossroads? I don’t know what you mean.”
    “How do you know when what you’ve desired for your whole life and is now unfolding before you, is the right path? That you haven’t made a serious mistake. A miscalculation?”
    “Erik?” she said, gazing earnestly into his troubled face. “I thought being a musician is what you’ve always wanted to be, so what, exactly is the problem?”
    “I love writing and playing my music for others, I enjoy performing, but this whole fame thing. The expectations others have put on me. I . . . I just don’t know about it.”
     
    “Oh, honey, I was afraid this would happen. My father has infected you. There is nothing wrong with what you do. In fact, you have a God-given Gift, and I’m pretty certain that which God gives us, we’re supposed to share— So long as you don’t lose your head over it. So far you haven’t. When you win tonight, just know it’s your Gift that’s being honored. You are merely the vessel. Sorry if I sound preachy.”
     
    “Those sharing this nomination are better than me. I stand in awe of what they do.”
    “No, they’re not, that’s where you’re wrong. I admit you’re in very good company with the other nominees, true enough. They’re each very good in their own right, but there is something intangible about what you do that gives you an edge over them. Please don’t ever sell yourself short. I don’t know what it is, I just know your music speaks to my soul. I’m guessing others feel it, too.”
     
    With that Erik perked right up. He even smiled. “See? This is why I love you,” Erik said, as he got off of the bench. “I have to get ready. It’s nearly five.”
    For a long moment Kayleigh sat out on the bench. Had he just declared himself to her? Did she hear him right? Flooded with her own emotions, tears stabbed at her eyes. She stayed out on the balcony for a while longer, until she could come to grips with herself. Since he’d already said it, dare she speak her heart, too? After a time, she got up and changed her clothing into something that suited the warmth of the late afternoon.
     
    *~~*~~*~~*~~*
     
     Once Erik was all ready to go, he sought out Kayleigh once more.  Taking her by the hand, and the waist, he held her, gazing into her eyes. He had it in mind to give her a suave kiss, when she suddenly said, “You’re shaking, are you okay? When did you eat last?”
     
    “The Feast, last night. I can’t eat before these things —”
    “I don’t like to see you in knots over this. Were you like this the first time?”
    “Yeah, I’m afraid so. It’s far easier to sing before millions, than to speak before a large group,” Erik said.
    “Do you have your speech?” She said. Erik let her go, reached into his jacket, a look of terror on his face. 
    “I forgot to write it!”
    “It’s okay, Erik, just breathe.”
     
    “Why don’t you come along? Just knowing you’re there . . .”
    “That would be fatal, I’m afraid, and we both know it. Honey, you’ve got this. Listen to me, it’s okay, you’ve got this,” she said, gazing into his eyes. “Just speak from here,” she said, placing her hand over his chest. “That’s where the music and lyrics come from, trust me.”
     
    “I don’t think it’s deserved, not by me. I stand in awe of the other four nominees.”
     “Oh, no? All three of your albums have soared to the top in sales. We’re talking Gold-pressed Latinum. Feast on that one for a moment. Now, go get ‘em, Tiger.”  Erik kissed her quick and stepped into the turbo-lift. From there he beamed himself over to Del Sol Valley.
    Breathing slowly and evenly, he could use a Mindful Walk about now. Sadly, there was no time. So, letting out his breath quietly, he made his way up the very long staircase. This will have to do. Breath, Captain, breathe.
     
    As he ascended and walked through the double glass doors, he found the next staircase just on the right. With Kayleigh’s reassuring words in his head, he squared his shoulders and took them one step at a time until he was finally at the top. Just stay focused.
    Once in the room set up for the awards, Erik noticed how different it looked. There was still a stage behind a railing, but behind it were all kinds of trophies. Already the evening took on a different tone. Feeling the presence of his mother, if only imagined, and Kayleigh, too, he found a seat. His private torture descended to his belly, and he prayed he wouldn’t be sick.
    Finally, all five nominees were listed. “And the winner for Best New Artist of the Year, 2275, is,” The Host tore at the stubborn envelope until the card inside slipped out and flitted to the stage floor. Gracefully, Megumi Ito retrieved it. Smiled, blushed and then read the results. “This year's recipient is none other than Erik Cantrell Congratulations!”
     
    Standing up Erik gripped the hem of his jacket, giving it a tug to straighten it, then made his way through the roped off walkway that led to the small stage. Taking up the Accolade, he stood, eyes closed trying to center himself.
     

    To You, O Lord.

     “I am a vessel,” he quietly began. Clearing his throat, he spoke a tad louder, “I am honored to be counted among such talent as the other four nominees.”
     
    “Forgive me, if I get all human on you. I grew up on Vulcan where a show of emotion is considered in poor taste. Sincerely, this is something I never even fantasized about. I am overwhelmed, humbled and oh, so very thankful for the chance to share my music the way I do. That’s what I want to do, write my songs and share them with all of you. I consider it a privilege to do so.”
     
    “It is my hope I can live up to this auspicious honor, bestowed upon me this evening. Thank you to my wonderful Fans, whose constant support has raised me to this position. To my wonderful parents who did their utmost to nurture the talent they perceived in me. To my many siblings who put up with me, all of those years while I was discovering the guitar, piano but most especially the violin. I do believe I owe each of them a new set of eardrums. I do feel fortunate they each still talk to me.”
    “Last but by no means, least, I want to thank the Starlight Academy for the nomination, the Committee for their votes. Taygeta Studios and Orion Entertainment, Limited, whose promotional concerts helps boost my record sales. One thing I have learned in this short time, is the artist isn’t alone. So many and so much goes into each song. Each album. I, by no means, stand here alone. This is for all on Team Erik. Most especially for a certain girl who is my rock. She knows who she is. Thank you, and good night.”
     
     
    This is the end of Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two. Stay tuned for Part Three.
     
    All for now. Thank you for reading!

     

     
    • rosemow's avatar
      rosemow
      Hero

      It was a very lovely acceptance speech 🙂 Congratulations to Erik on winning the award. Kayleigh is a very encouraging and caring support to him. They are a lovely couple.

      • GalacticGal's avatar
        GalacticGal
        Seasoned Ace

        Thank you so much. I have told the story about how the Sim, I renamed Kayleigh Golden, came into Erik's life. She was a walk-by Sim. The kind that doesn't get regenerated with a new game save. I quickly added her to his household in order to keep her. He has never connected with another Sim like he has her. She's a keeper, for certain.

    • BlueSeaWaves's avatar
      BlueSeaWaves
      Seasoned Ace

      Aw love Kayleigh being supportive as always, but its sweet to see ☺️ Congrats on the win Erik, no problems with showing emotion here 😁

    • Ellupelluellu's avatar
      Ellupelluellu
      Hero

      Sorry for being late.. bit eyetroubles.

       

      Oh the Gala lounge looks great! And congrats for the win 🤩

      • GalacticGal's avatar
        GalacticGal
        Seasoned Ace

        No worries, I consider the days I can actually see clearly to be good days. I feel your pain.  I didn't design the lounge. I wanted a different PBP Studios Lounge than the one I had chosen, found this, instead. Then I went back to the other one . . . I had it in my head the venues had to be different, but then decided to allow it to be Starlight Accolades, since I found no good way to hand out something else. The four highest music awards: Song of the Year; Best New Artist; Best Record: Best Album will be the first Sundays of Spring, Summer; Fall and Winter. I may just have the first Sundays be for the normal Best Song, for Music. I'm not in my game, currently, to give you the name of who built that venue. I shall try to get back to you on that.

  • Overwhelmed, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two, Update
     
    Once again Erik was the one collecting the mail.  He was, in fact, looking for confirmations on the scholarships all four of them had submitted. What he found, nearly buried among the scads of junk mail, was a card addressed to him. Simple, square, gold, with black embossing. Again, his hand began to shake.  Immediately, he brought the mail inside.
     
    “Mom? Mom?” he found her asleep on the small sofa they’d brought with them from Vulcan. It fit nicely in front of the living room window that faced the street. Louise stretched, yawned and set her blurry eyes upon her second son. 
    “Erik, what is it. Not another kitchen fire, I pray.”
    “This came for me,” he said, handing her the envelope. “It’s not another Tile?” She took up her glasses from the end table and slipped them on. She looked at it, turned it over a couple of times. Then smiled.
     
    “Oh, this is from the Academy. Nothing to be concerned over. Perhaps, you should open it.”
    “Academy?’
    “Yes, the Starlight Academy. Their Annual Award Show is coming up very soon. Open it, I’m dying to know what it’s about.” She had a very good idea, since she’s heard rumors of such. But she didn’t wish to spoil Erik’s moment.
     
    Erik took out his small laser-blade pocketknife and slit the envelope open. Gently, he pulled the heavy cardstock, again gold with black embossing on one side. He cleared his throat before he began to read it aloud.
     
    “To one Erik Cantrell, The Starlight Accolade Academy is pleased to inform you, your song, “It Hurts Both Ways” has been duly nominated for Best Song. Your presence is requested at the annual Starlight Accolade Show on Sunday, the First Day of Spring. Six PM. 
    Please feel free to bring a guest. 
    Congratulations,
    The Starlight Accolade Nominating Committee”
     
    “That’s not long from now,” he said.
    “No, in fact, tomorrow is the first day of Spring.”
    Erik tapped the envelope against his palm, as he left the small living room. Sitting Room, Front Parlor, as it was called back in the day. He took the stairs just around the partition wall. “Mom. The baby is crying,” he hollered over his shoulder. “He doesn’t sound at all happy, either. Want me to get him for you?”
     
    “No, that’s all right, dear. The doctor wants me to move around. I can get him.”
    “But I didn’t think taking the stairs was okay, as of yet.” Erik said, giving his mother the ‘eye’. She was following him up, anyway. Taking her by the arm, he helped her as she gingerly climbed the sixteen steps to the second floor. “Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll get him for you.”  He knew she wasn’t supposed to be lifting. Louise sat on the low cushioned bench at the foot of her bed.  She watched as Erik deftly, and carefully lifted the newborn out of his bassinet. The teen even changed the baby’s diaper, depositing the wet one in the bucket next to the changing table. Gazing at the baby, Erik said, “There’ it’s always nice to have clean, dry shorts, don’t you think?”
     
    “You are going to be one great father someday,” she said. Handing little Adrian to his mother, he took his leave and went to the corner bedroom he shared with his other brothers.
     
    Erik’s first impulse was to call Kayleigh and share his news. She had called him just last night, which gave Erik the impression the captain merely meant they couldn’t go out together anymore. He sat on the edge of his bed, as her phone rang endlessly. Unfortunately, she wasn’t answering her cell. He had come to understand Captain Drake Golden was a very strict man. Apparently, he wasn’t inclined to budge, either. Kayleigh’s last contact with Erik was to let him know she had no luck in getting her father to ease up. But that she was going to try again, use a different tactic. Erik could tell she was weeping, hearing her ragged breath as she spoke ever so softly to him. Erik knew then, that her phone call was done in stealth.  Again he felt uncomfortable with that.
     
    When the captain suggested Erik wasn’t to see Kayleigh again, he must have also meant they weren’t allowed to speak, either. Had he seen the text Erik sent her, the night her father stormed out of his house?
    She must be on phone arrest. She had told him that her father was quick to confiscate phones if he thought them ill-used. He wondered if he should drop by, unannounced, but dismissed that idea. Best he could do was write her a letter. But then realized not to see her again meant, he had to disappear, as in out-of-her life. Again, he wondered how things would work out, when her father learned they all were going to share Wyvern Hall at Britechester-U. The it occurred to him, he may force her to drop out.  Her father scared him witless.
     
    *~~*~~*~~*~~*
     
    At the market, briefly, Erik was suddenly smacked in the face. Captain Golden’s words echoing in his ears. There on the front of a notorious rag-magazine was that infamous picture of Erik and Kayleigh. The Selfie they took after he asked her to be his girlfriend. Leave it to National Simquierer to all but scuttle his new-found romance. The tag line, likely ‘borrowed’ from Image, was unfortunate, too. Is Erik off the Market? Flipping through this rag, he was mortified to find a second picture of him kissing Kayleigh. Space dust! Note to Self, you’re not exactly anonymous anymore. Watch your step, there, Captain. Referring to himself.  I just want to share my music; I didn’t sign up for this!
     
    One more week until the Term began, would Kayleigh’s father alter his opinion?
     
    *~~*~~*~~*~~*
     
    Come early Sunday morning, Erik was up with the sunrise. He stood at the window and gazed down at the lawn, which seemed to shimmer with the morning light. When he went out to collect the eggs from their chicken coop, he felt and saw a fine mist in the air, discovered the tiny beads of moisture on the blades of grass. Having lived his whole life until now on the Red Planet, Vulcan, this surprised him. He was also greatly inspired by it and before the others were up and about, he began writing and composing a new song, Early Morning Mist.
     
    After an hour or two the rest of his family was up. He could hear the patter of their feet above his head. Then he saw motion through the glass panes on the door to the Music Room. He stilled the strings on this guitar, carefully set it on the stand; realizing the song called for another medium;  straightened his jacket and joined his family on their way to church.  He noticed his mother wasn’t dressed.  He also was aware that this last pregnancy had been hard on her. Her delivery was difficult and in the end she required surgery.  Erik worried for her. At least the color had returned to her face. On top of everything else, she had more bouts of talking to objects. Her latest was to converse with the Coat Tree in the hall.
     
    “Dad, I thought you said once the baby was here, Mom would be back on her meds? She’s getting worse.”
    “I know, son. I know. She needs the pain meds more than the psychiatric ones, though. I just don’t understand why the doctor had to perform a C-Section on her. She birthed the rest of you just fine. But, Mom says the two of you have a date tonight . . . Don’t keep her out too late.” Joe winked.
     
    *~~*~~*~~*~~*
     
    “Mom, don’t you look wonderful, thanks for being willing to come along,” Erik greeted as his mother joined him in the small foyer. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be up to it.”
    “I wouldn’t miss your big moment for the world. I’m so very pleased you asked me to accompany you. But we should make our way down the hill to the PBP Studios Lounge for the ceremony. Shall we?”
     
    Erik drove the Hovercraft, parking it in the underground parking lot.

     The two took a turbo-lift all the way to the top floor of the building.  For the longest time it was just the two of them. Very slowly others straggled in.

    Finally, the Host arrived, and the ceremony began. Erik sat nearly frozen next to his mother in a front row seat. At one point, the mother placed a hand on his knee, patting it reassuringly. “You’re already a Global Superstar, if you don’t win tonight, in no way does that diminish your status. Relax. Have fun. Enjoy the night.”

    Flashing her a brief grin, Erik did his best to heed her advice.  The evening seemed inordinately long, and teetering on the edge of boring. Erik knew this was just his loathing of sitting and doing nothing. If he wasn’t being productive in one manner or another, it made him anxious. While he waited for the list of acting awards to be dispensed, he went over the melody of his new song in his mind. Committing it to memory. Every beat, every note, every word.
     
    “For bringing such aural beauty to the ears of Sims around the world, forty-six weeks topping the charts, Best Song of the Year goes to . . .” With these words, a startled Erik sat up in his chair.  “Erik Cantrell for his “It Hurts Both Ways.” Give this shining new star a rousing round of applause. I have a hunch we’ll be hearing more from him. Come on up, Erik.”
     
    Taking in a deep, silent breath, Erik glanced over at his mother. Louise smiled and nodded at her son. “Do I have to say something?” he whispered.
    “Thank you, at the very least.”
     
    Erik reached over and took his trophy in his hand. He stood, silently, with his eyes closed soaking in this glorious moment. Praise to You, O Lord.

    Then, he lifted one shoulder in a partial shrug. Smiling ever so shyly he leaned toward the mic and said, “Is this on?” the audience chuckled lightly with this. Erik smiled.

    “So, this is how it looks from this side. . . I always wondered.”

    “I didn’t expect to win, so I didn’t write a speech. Please bear with me . . . I would like to thank my wonderful parents for all of their support and encouragement. My mother is here with me tonight. Mom?”  Louise stood up ever so briefly, waved and then reseated herself.

    “I would like to thank the crew at Taygeta Studios who were so very helpful and actually trusted me to make crucial mixing decisions. I would also like to thank the girl who inspired the writing of this piece. She knows who she is, thank you so much.”

    “I have to just say, while I dreamed of such a moment, I never really expected it. Everything is happening so very fast I haven’t had a chance to catch up with it. Thank you, Academy for this. This is fabulous.”

    “This is fantastic. Thank you, very much and good night, everyone.”

    As he promised his father, Erik and his mother left the lounge and headed back home. “That was one lame speech. Next time, if there even is a next time, I’m doing what I’ve seen others do. I’ll write a short, sweet note of appreciation and put it in my pocket. Lame, I sounded so very lame. Aaron is right I am a dork.”
    “Erik, stop beating yourself up. You remembered to thank the important people, and you showed humility and awe. Besides, they all know you’re young. I think you did fine.”
     
    Once indoors again, Erik placed his Starlight Accolade on the mantel of the fireplace in the Music Room. He was about the only one who used the room so he figured it would be safe there. And he could look at it every now and then, as inspiration to put the same care into every song he wrote. I forgot to thank my fans! Ah space dust!
     
    Immediately he took to his Simstagram and thanked them profusely. “I’m an idiot,” he wrote. “I can’t believe I forgot. Please accept my apology and my heartfelt thanks to the best fans in the universe for supporting me and helping me get to this point in time. You have my heart. Always, Erik.”
     
     
    All for now. Thanks for reading!
    • GalacticGal's avatar
      GalacticGal
      Seasoned Ace

      Negotiated Terms, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two, Update

      “Kayleigh, do you mind explaining this?” Drake Golden said, cornering her upstairs in the bedroom she shared with Hayleigh and Regina. Kayleigh smiled as she took the magazine from him.
      “We took a Selfie together after he asked if I would consider being his girlfriend.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a nice picture. He is just so thoughtful and kind. We’re friends. I feel honored he wants me to be his girl.”

      “You know how I feel about fame. It’s a sleazy, slimy unreal lifestyle where nobody has to account for their behavior.  No rules, no morality. Anything goes. Now, Erik may be a fine, Christian young fella, but he’s up to his eyeballs in this lifestyle. Girls fawning all over him. How long do you think he can resist? I don’t care what his parents think of him. Nobody is that committed.” Pointing that long forefinger at her face, he said, “I forbid you to see him ever again. I won’t have him dragging you down that licentious path.”

      “Daddy, really, how little you think of me.” Due to Erik’s timely text, Kayleigh had prepared herself for such a conversation. She turned her back on her father, placing the magazine in the top drawer of her dresser, which she slid closed, quietly. Shrugging, she turned back to him. “Well, as much as I would like to comply with your wishes . . .”
      “That wasn’t a wish, that was an order.”

      “Oh, yes, and I’m to be the perfect, little soldier. Forgive me, that somehow slipped my mind. And I suppose it’s all Erik’s fault, too. Really, Daddy. How did you get to your age being that naive. That cynical. Both of our families attend the very same church, and you dare judge us?”
      “Mind your tongue, daughter.”

      “I am minding my tongue, it wants to be unleashed. I’ve had quite enough of your tyrannical ways. You, sir, are overbearing, bombastic and difficult to love. I’m almost sixteen. Now, it’s my turn to make a demand. I’m going off to university very soon. And as it would happen, Erik and his siblings are all going to university, too.”

      “Let me guess. Britechester-U?”

      “Oh, it’s worse than that. It’s a fairly large campus as you know, so avoidance might be possible. But, you see, we’ve all drawn the very same dorm assignment. We’ll all be in Wyvern Hall together. Now, that will surely make it next to impossible to comply with your order ---- unless you want me to fail. Remember, it was your idea I attend Britechester-U, in the first place.

      Wyvern is the nicer of the two dorms. Tell me. Which is more important to you? That I get a degree or avoid my Rock Star friend? And his unfortunate Paparazzi entourage. I do promise to be very diligent in my studies. I promise I won’t let his fame interfere. I got all A’s in high school, which enabled me to graduate early and I was accepted at Britechester. Which is it, Daddy? You’re curiously quiet.”

      Drake reached for her cell phone; she snatched it out of his hands. “No, you’ll no longer invade my privacy. I’m old enough to attend university, I’m old enough to handle my own business.” Conscientiously she avoided using the word, ’affairs.’

      “He coached you on what to say, didn’t he? In many ways you sound as defiant as he did. He’s trying to take you away from me. How dare he!”

      “No, he’s not.  He’s actually very family oriented. He believes in the Fifth Commandment. ‘Honor your father and mother that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.’ You’re the one driving me away with all of your invasive rules, orders, demands. When are you going to realize my sisters and I are people, too. God gave you and Mom custody over us. But, we are just borrowed. That’s what grandma always says. We are just on loan.”

      Drake shot her a glance, his eyes smoldering. Kayleigh for the first time in her life felt slightly empowered. Is this what it means to be heading off to university? To be growing up? The thought was at once frightening and freeing. Overwhelming. Now that I’m up here what if I fall off of this trapeze? Shaking it off in the next instant, she went on,

      “So, I expect you and Mom to understand, that while I’m fifteen, soon to be sixteen, I will still need some guidance from time to time, but you must let me conduct my life from here on out. Otherwise, I simply will not attend university, nor will I reach for that degree you want us all to get. The choice is yours. I’m allowed to make and have friends for once in my life, attend Britechester-U as planned to which I promise I won’t let Erik’s fame distract me. I’ll study hard and get good grades. It’s a win-win. Deal?”

      “You want me to just let you do what you wish? I can’t allow that. I can’t just let you go off on your own to step in it.”
      “We learn by doing, Daddy. I have to make mistakes. If I don’t, how will I learn?”

      “But with him?”
      “Daddy, did it ever occur to you, I may be his saving grace? He is still trying to get used to all the fame he accrued in such an incredibly short time. He’s an unbelievable talent. He writes and sings his own songs. He just placed his tile on the Avenue, which was so exciting to witness.”

      “You were there?”
      “Of course I was, he’s my friend. And you have no idea how good it is to be able to call someone that. I have a friend. Watch and you’ll see what a good friend I can be with little to no experience.”
      “Not a friend with benefits. He’s already admitted to kissing you.”

      “Daddy, can you really know so little about me? I’m so offended. After that homily Father gave last week, chastising the teens in the parish to remember who we are and to not just talk the talk, but to actually walk the walk. Warning us of the pitfalls. Erik made that clear to me upfront. He’s not having woohoo until he’s married, and he hoped I felt the same way. Which, of course, I do. Such activity can really muddle up a relationship.”

      “He teach you that, too?”
      “No, mother did. So, do we have a deal or not?”

       Drake let out a slow disgruntled sigh. “Oh, all right, but one slip up, one bad grade, one more compromising photo, and the deal is off, understand?”

      Reaching out Kayleigh took her father’s warm hand and shook it. “Deal. I love you, Daddy. Thank you. I just hope one day you’ll come to see Erik for who he is, and not what you think he is.” Kayleigh hugged her father tight.

      All for now. Thanks for reading!        

    • rosemow's avatar
      rosemow
      Hero

      Congratulations to Erik on winning the award! 🙂 It was lovely that his Mother accompanied him to the ceremony.

      • GalacticGal's avatar
        GalacticGal
        Seasoned Ace

        Thank you. Louise is a devoted mother, interested in each of her children, and supportive of their individual gifts.

  • The Perils of Love Day, part two, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update

    Erik and Kayleigh had barely stepped out of the turbo-lift into Wyvern Hall, when they were confronted by one of the older students. “You’re out past curfew, you know. You two are so busted.”    

    “You know what, buddy?” Erik said, in a pleasant tone. “Two things. One, I don’t like how you’re looking at my girl, and two, it’s only five-fifteen in the late afternoon. Curfew, as stated in the House Rules, is midnight. So, back off.” Gazing over at Kayleigh, he said, “Grab your books and let’s sit over there to study, shall we?” Upon their return Kayleigh took the armchair and Erik sat on the sofa. As if to make a point, they both cracked open their booklets. Finally, the guy walked off.

    He’s probably the one leaving the nasty notes I’ve heard about. There’s a name for people like that . . .Erik silently groused.

    For the first several minutes the two were actually able to get some of their reading done. Suddenly the whoosh of the turbo-lift doors caught their ears and a small media scrum of Paparazzi invaded their quarters. Happily, they were singularly focused on Erik, as they took numerous pictures of the star, the clack-clacking of the shutter resounding like the keys of several old-fashioned typewriters from days gone by. Obnoxious, the sound was disrupting. Erik found himself reading the same paragraph over and over.

    “Enough, please,” Kayleigh spoke up. “People are studying here. Bad enough we have to put up with His Nibs, as nice as he is,” She quickly added to Erik’s dismayed expression, “But, as you can imagine, you and your fellow Shutterbugs, invade our space on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. This is university, it’s not exactly easy. So, please, let us study. Thank you.”

    Skulking off again, they waited until they heard the closing of the elevator doors. 
    “Wow,” Erik said, “maybe I should hire you as my manager. You have me wishing to crawl off somewhere,” and then he laughed. A long, heartfelt chuckle. “Do you mind if we extend this date,” he asked once he calmed down again. 
    Smiling, Kayleigh said, “I was about to ask you the same thing. So, yes, let’s do.”
    Before they could resume their studies, another roommate walked right between them.

    “Are you kidding me?” Kayleigh said, “I don’t know about you, but I was taught to walk behind people not in front of them. Not like there’s no room to do so.”
    “I know,” Erik said. “Welcome to dorm life!”
    “Must be akin to a boarding house.”
    “As in ‘pardon my boarding house reach’?

    “I need a bit of a break,” Erik said. “I’m just going to get a soda from the fridge, do you want anything?”
    “No, thanks.”

    They were having such a good time Kayleigh asked if they could extend their date again.  This time, Erik, sitting on the sofa next to her, soda in hand gently explained that as terrific a time as he was having, enjoying her company immensely, that he seriously needed to focus solely on his studies. “Doesn’t mean we can’t sit here together, still, it just means I won’t be able to participate in so much conversation. There’s Prom tomorrow . . .”
    “Oh, but I wasn’t planning on that. I have to be at Midnight Services, or that skinning Daddy promised you will befall on me.”

    “No, Kayleigh we’re going. I promise we’ll lea

    ve in more than enough time to get to Church Services tomorrow night. It will be a fun way to get to that late hour. Besides, I don’t want it to turn out later you resent me for not taking you.”
    “Erik, I would never . . .”
    “Because I realize already, those are your father’s words. Our dance card is full, which is another reason we have to end our date tonight.”

    “Okay, but it doesn’t make me happy.” She pouted.
    “Oh, oh, none of that. Don’t you do it,” Erik said, as he wriggled his fingers and then commenced to tickle her.

     “That’s better,” he said to her peals of laughter. Placing his hands over hers, he gazed deeply into her big blue eyes. “I really, really like you,” he murmured. “But I have to get some sleep.” 

    As they stood up, Erik pulled her into him and kissed her. “See you in the morning.”

    All for now. Thanks for reading.