The sunset was a burst of red flames engulfing the sky in just a matter of minutes. I had gotten off the train not but a few minutes ago, and the streets were my home. I had intended to head to Missouri, but I followed the wind to Massachusetts instead. I don't know how different the two places are, considering I had never been to either one before now. But I could imagine it. Massachusetts had the most beautiful sun set that I had seen in awhile.
As I stepped off the bus, the sky was a reddish color, and you could just see a small dark yellow half circle disappearing under the black mountains in the distance. It was a sight to see, but I'm sure I didn't come here just to see the sunset. Then again, I didn't really know why I came here. As I walked the streets, I saw many different things, but none that cost my interests, none until I walked down a suspicious looking street. More people were walking on this street that were walking on any other. Hell, more people were walking on this street that were on the entire train.
"Could you spare some change?"
I heard a voice come from down below. I looked below to see a homeless man who looked like he hadn't eaten in days, sitting with a few others. I felt sorry for him, but it made me think of myself. I was no better than this man sitting beside me. No home, or anything. I was exactly like him. So if I felt sorry for him, didn't that mean that I felt sorry for myself? Knowing this, I dropped a few green pieces of paper and coins in his can, wanting someone to do the same if I ended up like that.
"Thank you my man. You are to kind. You don't look to good yourself"
Was it something about me that just screamed 'helpless young guy who needs help'? Somehow everyone I talked to knew that. Even this random guy on the street figured me out, without myself even saying any words to him. Is there some bulletin board or website about me? I didn't know, but I felt like checking into it soon. For now, I guess an answer for this guy will do.
"What was your first clue?"
"A man knows when another man is in trouble."
He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back to be polite.
"Which is why you helped me out"
I sighed and wished I really knew what everyone was thinking. This man intrigued me, almost like every other random strange person I meet on the street. I thought about walking on but I couldn't take a step away. Something told me this man was suppose to help me.
"Take a seat young man"
For the first time, I realized the man had a guitar, an acoustic guitar which he strummed in his last sentence. His music was soothing and it relaxed me like nothing else. I took my seat between him and another man that was holding an electric guitar. It never crossed my mind why these people who are living on the streets, possessed guitars.
"Swing with us young-in. Sing that soul music. White and Black..."
What?! Sing? The job description of a street walker didn't say I had to sing! But I guess the job of living off the land doesn't exactly set any boundaries now does it? This 'soul music' that they called it, wasn't really music or singing. It was more like talking with a bit of rhythm and music. Kind of like one of those dark poetry readings at coffee houses.
"ummm....sorry, But what about?"
"Come on my brother. Opposites. Light and dark. Night and day. Houseboat. Same Difference. Yin and yang."
The more this man repeated over and over again the opposites and oxymoron's, the more it jogged my mind. I thought over a contribution I could make for this so called soul song. Nothing came to mind at first, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks falling out of the sky.
"Shaun Andrews and Orrin Stranger"
"Interesting. Tell us about these Andrews and Stranger characters you speak of"
I had to admit, Shaun Andrews sudden mood change was pretty surprising. But then I had to wonder if he was being for real. It was easy to say you were going to do something, it was easy to say you are going to turn over a new life, but when it comes down to it, who can really actually do it? It's like everyone always says, "Easier said than done". That's all that came to mind when I heard Shaun Andrews speech. It was quite amusing, and I couldn't say I believed him. But I did have some hope for the guy.
"Shaun Andrews. Wow. How could you describe Shaun Andrews? Well as I said before, he's more of a party boy than anything, not to be taken seriously. But as of late, he claims he's going to turn over a new leaf, and I'm not exactly sure if he speaks the truth. It's easy to lie, it's really not that hard, especially for a man like Shaun Andrews"
"Andrews and ---"
His name pretty much described Orrin Stranger, at least his last name did. Stranger, fit him perfectly well, because that is what he was, a stranger, a stranger to everyone. People fear the unknown, and at the moment the one that calls himself Orrin Stranger is the unknown.
"A man like Orrin Stranger should not be taken lightly. The most best feature about him is his intimidation. I admit it, I am a bit afraid. Not because he is some sort of beast or anything like that, but because everything about the man is a mystery. He rarely speaks, and not knowing anything about an individual you are expected to compete against, is a bit terrifying."
"Andrews and Stranger!"
I suppose I just never thought of it before, but they were complete opposites. What an interesting match to be competing in. A match between two almost exact opposites and a..a...a What? What was I in this whole thing. Just the middle man? The one with traits from both Andrews and Stranger? I wasn't sure yet, but I was closer to finding out now, more than ever.
"You're sort of catchin' on. You have problems with the singin' but what about playin'?"
I wasn't entirely sure what the man was talking about until the other man handed me his electric guitar. Oh crap! First they expected to me sing, and now they expect me to play a guitar! I'm not Jimmy Hendrix you know! I'm not even black! Still, the urge to impress the street livers was present, and I had been in guitar lessons when I was a teen. So I played the only thing I was good at, the opening guitar of 'Burning For You". Much to my surprise, people knew, and liked it.
"Blue Oyster Cult! I didn't know you were a BOC fan, my man. The past is oh so great, especially with it's age in music."
The past is oh so great. His words rang in my head. Truthfully, I had watched Shaun Andrews last promo, and honestly, it had got to me. Only because it was the biggest let down for me in the wrestling corporation, which was ironically my job now. But they shouldn't, because the past is the past, and nobody can change it. Most people have problems with the past, and yeah, it effects me, but not as much as Shaun thought it did. In truth, I had been a weakened by Andrews, but Shaun was so conceited and drunk, that he didn't even see all the damage...that he wasn't doing.
So this man was right about the past, especially the music part. I always felt I lived through the wrong era. Yeah, I was born in the eighties, but I always thought I should've been in my teens or twenties during the eighties. Nowadays nobody appreciates that type of music, and rock has made a sapient change. Back in the eighties, the number one music that people listened to was rock. Present days most famous music would be rap or hip hop, which is crap. Rap and rock are pretty much opposites. Rap music, was an oxymoron in itself. So I suppose the eighties and present day are opposites as well. Which always brought me back to the Andrews-Stranger issue.
Shaun Andrews; the acid, so energetic and enthusiastic. Orrin Stranger; the base, the axis of subtle. So I guess I was somewhat of a catalyst, only in this equation to speed up the reaction. But to which side of the equation would I push it to? The acid or the base? Plus, was there no way that a catalyst could come out as the product? No, there was no way, it wasn't chemically possible. The only thing to do, is to make my own solution.
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