It is raining in Beach City. Y/n was with Steven and Greg as the three were having a jam session inside Greg's van, parked outside the car wash
"Woo! Go Dad!" Steven cheers as he and Y/n watch Greg finishing a small song.
"See? What'd I tell you? I may be losing my hair but the magic's still there." Greg says as he takes a drink from a can of soda as a photo, that was stuck to the bottom of the can, falls off. "Hmm?"
Steven catches the photo as he look at it to see a younger version of his dad with another man who had blonde hair. "Who's with you in this old picture?" Steven asks.
Greg looks at the photo now. "Haha. That's my pal Marty."
"You've never told me about him." Steven says.
"Yeah he's just an old amigo from way back when..." Greg smiles. "He's dead to me."
"Sounds like bad blood." Y/n comments. "Who was he?"
Greg tunes his guitar. "He was my manager back when I first met Steven's mom. I've told that whole story haven't I kiddo?"
"Not the version with Marty...and Y/n hasn't heard how you met mom either." Steven says.
"Yeesh, well then it's story time. Sit back you two and get comfy!" Greg says and Steven lays down on a mattress. "I didn't mean that comfy..."
"Story for Y/n and Steven!" Steven excitedly cheers.
"Okay, okay..." Greg gives in. "This is the tale of how your father met your mother... Now including Marty." Greg starts playing his guitar, as he retells the tale to Y/n and Steven, setting a flashback
The tale begins with a younger Greg, holding a solo concert on the beach of Beach City, playing and singing "Comet".
♫ Some... say I have no direction, that I'm a light-speed distraction, but that's a knee-jerk reaction Still... this is the final frontier, everything is so clear, to my destiny I steer. This life in the stars is all I've ever known, stars and stardust in infinite space is my only home. But the moment that I hit the stage, thousands of voices are calling my name. And I know in my heart it's been worth it all of the while. And as my albums fly off of the shelves, handing out autographed pics of myself. This life I chose isn't easy but sure is one heck of a ride. At the moment that I hit the stage, I hear the universe calling my name. And I know deep down in my heart I have nothing to fear. And as the solar wind blows through my hair, knowing I have so much more left to share. A wandering spirit who's tearing its way through the cold atmosphere. I'll fly like a comet. Soar like a comet. Crash like a comet. I'm just a comet. ♫
As Greg finishes his song, he finds only a single large woman with pink hair attending his concert, clapping for him.
"Thanks for coming everybody, I'm Mr. Universe." Greg says into the microphone. "If you like what you just heard go check out our merch table! My manager Marty can hook you up with CDs, and t-shirts..." Greg looks to the side to see it unattended. "Oh, wait, he's not there... I guess I'm going over there now..."
Greg walks and sits at his merchandise table. The woman approaches it now and picks up a CD.
"Space Train to the Cosmos..." She reads the albums name.
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Being Human
FanfictionWhen a Young Adult has to suddenly move across the country with his dad he ends up in the town of Beach City. Will his life be a mundane existence or will there be something in this town that turns his whole world upside down?
