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Vek shakes his head. "No. Just a different hobby."
 
Vek shakes his head. "No. Just a different hobby."
 
 
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Back at the camp by the fire 3am comes Cymnea and Vek are the last up for the night.
 
 
Cymnea asks," Why did you change your mind?"
 
 
" I loved playing tonight. You have a natural flair.  But if you play with us you won't be hiding. I'm a know figure.  So is Jurt. I got excited and saw a roll for Alexei too. He's a known person too.  If you play with us you'll be seen. We aren't a good disguise.  Now if Taslii wants to keep her vehicle here. Grow tea in hydroponic planters inside the warehouses, she can hide. Am I making sense?"
 
 
She lowers her head. Nods. "Yes . I'm afraid you are.  I was hoping to make music."
 
 
Vek smiles." I'll gladly make music with you.  Harp?
 
 
She smiles and nods.
 
 
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In the foggy morning one of Vek's contribution to camp life was underway. Fire and camp coffee. He had his first cup and poured his second as Alexei came out for his first.
 
 
"The harpist last night were amazing. That your new plan for the day?"
 
 
He chuckles," No,old friend.  I'm going to the track with you and Nala. If I may?"
 
 
Alexei nods. " You up on the scene?"
 
 
Vek shakes his head. " It's not like Randal I guess. No living in the garages.  I'm looking at race bikes.  Flat track. A lot of right turns.  You?"
 
 
Alexei aays,"Cafe. Mixed sex driving. Interesting rules.  Licenses are a bit hard to get.  Well work on that for you."
 
 
"You have them?"
 
Alexei nods." We've been riding the pro circuit fir almost a year. It's gritty. Not televisioned except locally. But it's fun as heck.  "
 
 
Vek says," I've been watching. Been to a bunch of Fridays & Saturdays.  I'm thinking of staying away from the pro-circuit.  The amateur is fun.  I've been riding with some of them.  Socially.  Talking about joining. They said they will help me get in. Swanson. Buckner. A few others."
 
 
Alexei frowns," Do you want us start as amateurs?"
 
 
Vek shakes his head.  " No.  You'll come in as new pro as you deserve of course. I'll come in for the  amatuers for awhile. Work my way up.  It's all for the fun isn't it.
 
 
 
6 months pass
 
 
 
Vek and Alexi and Nala sat around a three am fire.  The camp had shrunk. 
 
 
"Its not like we had any control over her.  Good god we traveled with her for a year and she scared the pee out of me every day.  That's hard to do with a Regorian.  I'm glad to see the back of her.  I liked her a lot, really, and i learned an incredible amount.  But really...She harvested her crop a couple of weekends ago and is off to her drying worlds.  Works for me."
 
 
 
 
Nala agrees.  "We had no way to tell her we were coming here.  We might have preferred music but she liked the racing"
 
 
Vek nods, "Where will you go?
 
 
 
"A blues festival in New Orleans next weekend,  Week long.  Open mike.  Best picked gets shows on the weekend,  If she is there, or the scene is boring, well, its Earth 1976.  Maybe we'll go to Thailand or Indonesia.  They like good music."
 
 
 
Nala says, "Will you stay here?
 
 
Vek shakes his head.  "No... Jurt is thinking of returning to Amber.  Chasa and I have talked it out.  There are a series of big concerts. We've seen them before but they are fun.  We'll romp about till the early 80's.  Maybe go medival.."  He chuckles.
 
 
 
Vek laughs " coming from Chaos forming a punk band seems redundant but sure, why not.  Alexei, Nala, your always welcome with me.  Good luck.  He kisses them both, followed by Chasa. 
 
 
Soon it is just Jurt, Chasa and Vek.  Vek asks as Jurt approaches.
 
"Well?  "
 
 
Jurt lights an Urala cigar. "Just spoke to Random.  Thin Whip is returning. Too much crime with the upswing of the CCC and groups like it.  I even get an unofficial rank in the secret service.  So you guys cool,??,"
 
 
Vek nods." Fair crimes friends.  Well be here a couple days yet.  Go clean up your kit.
 
 
 
Chasa knew this was his time to take a walk.  He'd miss the neighborhood.  So one more time fleecing the local pool hustlers.  He took his stick case and walked off.
 
 
Finally alone he cast a few cleanliness spells.  Looking around he smiled.  Only 6 months and he'd miss the place.  He had to fight going back. Looking in on her.  But the break had been clean. Neither had tried contacting each other.  No wandering around the Gladiator School grounds just for old times.  As it is the place was going ok.  Better with us as portraits on the wall. Legends of the school.  Just as well. 
 
 
So..
 
Baltimore?  Los Angeles?  Mexico City?  A good punk scene to appease Chasa after all this Jazz.  Maybe he should be the front man too.  Serve him right.  Another adventure.
 
 
As  dawn approaches four men approach Vek.  They carry a seriously passed out Chasa.  Vek asks, "How did he do?"  One of the men says, "Up about 600$ till he passed out.  Then his opponent thought it a good idea to rob him. Never seen someone passed out kick the shit out of three guys.  They are still back at the hall.  We brought him home.  " 
 
 
Vek nods.  he peals a couple grand off his roll.  "Split that up.  Thanks.  You can lay him down by  the fire.  By the way, who has the 600$?"  They point at him.  Vek nods.  They drop him off and leave. 
 
 
Its takes very little time to pack up their camp.  Kits inside take almost nothing for a Bassist and a piano player.  Even the firepit is magically cooled and packed.  Not even the camp chairs. 
 
 
Chasa's eyes open wide, looking to Vek.  "Is everyone ok?"
 
 
Vek shrugs, "Ive packed everything.  The guys down their said the best they could do is stall a few hours.  Three are dead over 600$.  Really, Chasa.  I am sure they were scumbags but... anyway, we are ready to go.  Climb in.  Ive looked it over.  75-80.  Baltimore is too close.  Los Angeles is a good spot. Black Flag in 76.  The GoGos.  Germs, ... Ya know its the beach and stuff.  So off we go.  Get the fuck in..  Well, lets drop a few hundred at McDonalds and push for the West. You're buying.
 
 
Buggy ugh buggy ugh
 
 
 
I drove a few days shifting shadow.    To my surprise I found a world moving into a world war phase.  Seven years till hostilities in the Pacific.  Guam....I flew in.  I knew just the place.  I set up a bar on the beach.  A little under the table money to the military governor and he was golden.  Laughing he thought.  Good name.  Golden's.
 
 
 
I worked my features to appear Chamorro.  Gave the story that my family had left 90 years before and for personal reasons i moved back.  I bought a spot north of Hagata.  After the war i knew it would be annexed but i wasn't going to stay that long.
 

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