Soon after Wolf called, a band started playing at the Adult Bar. It was a classic drum-bass-two guitar-singer rock band just like The Beatles. I wanted them to be good, cuz they were covering old Radio Hits that could’ve MeToo’d everyone there, but the singer was like a quiet little mouse and his voice was so small no one even knew what songs they were trying to do. I hadta order another drink to deal with it.
I was doing pretty well at ignoring them until they started trying to play “Cupid.”
It sounded like Sam UnCooked. It was low, weak, and had all the smoothness of sandpaper.
“No!” it made me scream out.
I needed someone to share in my frustration. I looked over at El Puma, but he was deep in conversation with his new best Adult friend. So I turned back to the Adult chick next to me.
“Can you believe they’re doing this song?” I said.
“Oh,” she said. “I hate to admit it, but I don’t actually know this one.”
“Well, this song is great! But the band isn’t doing it justice!”
Then I started singing the words so she’d know how it was really supposta sound.
“You have a great voice,” she said. “Do you sing in a band?”
“No, but I should be in their band right now.”
“Their frontman is a little timid.”
I looked back up and his posture was all shriveled up and his nose and eyes were pointed to the floor. It seemed like he’d rather swipe a crumb and scurry into the nearest hole then play music.
“If you weren’t Touched by The Goddess of Music you shouldn’t even try,” I said.
“Goddess of Music?” she asked.
“Goddess damn right! Watch this.”
Then I got off my stool and headed up to the stage.
“Cupid draw back your bow and let your arrow go!” I sang loudly all the way up there, and it was easily way louder than the singer even tho he had a microphone. Then the song started sounding like the real version and nearby Adults started taking notice.
“Hey,” an Adult said. “This song was on The Radio when I was a kid!”
Then a few of the Adults came closer to the stage, and some of them starting singing along too and even dancing.
“This wouldn’t be happening without me!” I told them and kept singing.
When the song was over everyone clapped, but the singer looked upset probably cuz he knew he had nothing to do with it.
“You’re welcome everyone,” I bowed and went back to my stool.
“Did you hear that?” I asked the Adult chick next to me.
“Yeah,” she said, “but I kinda feel bad for the singer. You kinduv upstaged him.”
“Oh, who cares. The MeToo justifies The Means.”
Then I needed another drink, but when I asked for it the Bartender wouldn’t make me one.
“You’re cut off,” she said.
“You’re too drunk.”
I looked over at the Adult chick next to me, and she was cringing. And the guy next to her was laughing.
“Can’t hold their liquor too well up in Canada, eh?” he laughed. “Lightweight!”
“I’m barely even in Alcohol Perception at all,” I tried to tell them.
“I’ve been at this for a long time,” The Bartender said. “I know the signs. No one sings that loudly unless they’re wasted.”
“No, you sing like that when you’re a Great Reality Traveler who’s been Touched by The Goddess of Music and just MeToo’d your whole fucking bar.”
“Kid, I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
By then El Puma had caught wind of the situation and tried to jump in to help.
“This is the Great Reality Traveler Jonathan,” he told The Bartender. “His word is bound by The Gods. If he says he is not drunk, he is not drunk.”
“Look Mr. Just-a-Water,” she said. “Why don’t you get your friend to pay his tab and get out of here, before we have a problem.”
Then El Puma turned to me.
“I know this is a great injustice,” he said, “but I know these Adults, and we may not want to War with them.”
“All I know is a Traveler never apologizes when the other Reality is the one being bullshit.”
“I am sure this comes straight from the mouth of your finest Reality Travel Training Professors, but we have to remember the Adults are very close with the police.”
I looked back at the Bartender, the spiders in her eyes were extra crawly with way too many bristly legs and poison dripping off them.
“Alright, fine,” I said. “We’ll go, but only cuz this place is a MeToo-Impossible House of MeNotzism and Music-Death.”
I paid and was just about to leave when I checked the inside of my jacket and realized I had some final words for everyone in there.
“I’m The Fucking Bluebird,” I yelled to the whole bar. “I’m a Musicman Traveler who flies to all Realities and sings to them. But you’re all bullshit Adults. Fuck all of you!”
Then we ran out the door.