The Ukulele Tree (On Hold))

Chapter 8 Purple Puffy Party Pants (with bows)

Chapter 8

Adam's POV

             Aw, heck no! Why meeee?!?!?!?!!? WHY!??! Why why why why why why why why why why why? Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!

            UGH. I groaned as I slumped on the comfy armchair behind me, it groaned as I let my deadweight fall on it.

           I glanced up once more at the mirror that was hanging in front of me. There I was, my sloaching figure,

         IN PURPLE.

         I fingered the dark voilet velvet pants, about to die of heat exhustion. I groaned again at the sight of my feet when I rested my head againest my hands, looking downwards. Imagine elf slippers, complete with bells, but a 100% purple. Then you'll start to see what I mean when I call them traffic-stopping eyesores.

         I tugged at the itchy tights I was wearing, then stood, adjusting my purple pants (which looked like balloons from a distance) and smoothed down my purple vest. The vest was adorned with embrodrey that was what? Wait... wait.... oh right, it was PURPLE. The vest covered most of my tunic (yeah it was purple too) which was a shame because it was the most normal thing out of this whole clown costume. Except the ruffles. Oh those darn ruffles that seem to choke me everytime I move...

         Wait.. was this a torture device?!

        A sharp knock on the door brought me out of my grumblings.

       "Come in," I called. I hope they have sunglasses! Blind would be even better...

       The door creaked open and to my surprise Jackie slipped in.

      "Well Hey Jackie!" I greeted her silently, praying that she wouldn't laugh at me and my 'costume' aka death wish.

    "Just 'cause I said sorry for punching you in the face doesn't mean we're friends.. or that I won't do it again," Jackie said in a hostile tone. Then her eyes went wide as she took in my outfit.

    Please don't laugh, please don't laugh, please don't laugh, I silently begged.

      "But maybe we can be buds when you have that ridiculous thing on you! If I even risk being caught with you!" She said with laughter trickling in her voice.

     "Oh shut up! You should thank me for agreeing to this horrid thing on for you!" I whined.

      When Jackie came up to apologize to me, she also told me that I was still a jerk. (She's just great at apologizing). Then she asked me if I'd please just wear the outift the Queen asked me to wear, because if I didn't, they would have to deal with the blacklash.

       But really... what kind of person apologizes to someone, goes on to insult them and then asks them a favor?

       Grudgingly, I still agreed.

     So here I am, fully dressed in purple horridness from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. ( Yes, the outfit included bows. Yes, bows. BOWS.)

    "Let's get this over with." I grumbled, then stood up, shaking off my fowl mood and going into my concert one- serious. Now the time was just for my music.

    "Okay, I have a surprise for you though..." Jackie trailed off, leading me out the door. "You know how you would be supplied with a guitar?"

   "Yeah." I said, pushing the door shut as I exited the room behind Jackie.

   "Well here it is, just for you, a gift from His Highness, the King and Her Majesty, The Queen." She turned a guestured to a beautiful sight.

  It was a midnight blue guitar that rested against the wall, accented with white looking brand new (which it probably was) with a polished body. It looked like a little piece of heaven, right there, sitting in the dusty hallway.

  "Wow," I said in awe, "Thank you my good King and Queen. Geez, this is better then my old one."

 "Yeah, well you better hurry up and practice, the Queen isn't patient and we have to be on stage in 15 minutes." Jackie commented, seeming tired as she slid down the wall and sat on the floor.

  I didn't say anything put took the precious instrument caefully and plopped on the ground. I fliddled with the strings, and slowly strummed the familiar songs I would be playing tonight. When I glanced at Jackie, she had her eyes closed and she looked pretty tired and, well, and she looked......

Well, less frightening, I guess.

  I kept on playing and I soon got the hang of the unfamilar strings. I sung softly under my breath, I wasn't about to try to wake the Jackie beast up. Once I reached the last notes of the last song I planned for tonight, I let the notes slowly fade and glanced at Jackie. How should I wake her up? I pondered over this nervously.... what if she punched me again?

  Lucky was bestowed on her, for only moments later, her eyes fluttered open and squinted at the oncoming light from the setting sun. The light struck all her features a bronze color and her hair looked almost gold.

  "What are you looking at bum?" SHe growled at me.

  "Uh... nothing..just um... I'm done!"

  She stretched and yawned, "Well I have to admit, you sound pretty amazing."

  "Uh.." Talk about unexpected! "Uh... Thanks?" I stuttered.

  "Oh close your mouth, I can be nice. Now, let's go." She grumbled and stood. "This way."

 And with that, I was lead away.

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