Adam's Ale

Nine-year-old Vinnie Angeli tries out for the Rock band Adam's Ale.

Vince looked down the street at the line of potential lead singers for the band Adam's Ale.  They were lined up in a long queue. This was his big chance.  The only difference between Vince and the rest of them was that Vince was a 9-year-old boy.

After a five-hour wait, he was finally up.  He walked up to the microphone, the lights hot and bright on the wooden stage.  Curtains behind him fluttered for a few seconds as a heavy-set man in a white tuxedo emerged from behind the stage.

"Nope, who let you in?  We ain't no kid's band.  This is Adam's Ale.  Who let you in?"

"No, hold up a minute, Danny," came a voice from the dark seats of the auditorium.  The voice grew louder as a tall thin man wearing heavy eye shadow approached.  "Who are you, kid?"

"My name is Vince.  You're Tony Izadorri, lead guitarist of Adam's Ale.  And I'm your next lead singer."

"You're cocky.  I like it.  Let's give him a shot," Vince said.  He whistled to a nearby group of fans and they threw him a beer.  

"Tony, we got just six hours before I got to get you and your greasy-haired band mates on a plane to London.  We don't have time!  Then there's the photo shoot, rehearsals, and don't forgot we got a concert booked with your new lead singer in just a month.  Problem is you don't have a lead singer yet!  Why are you wasting my time?"

"It's my band.  I call the shots.  He gets a chance."

"Vince, you're killing me!"

"I love you, Danny boy."

"Screw you."

"Alright, kid, hurry it up then.  What do you want to sing?"

"Devil's Apprentice."

"Really?  You sure."

"Positive.  But I rewrote the words.  Here you go."

"You got balls, kid.  I like it," Tony said.

"I know."

"Guys, get up here and let's give little Vinnie a shot."

The band hit the stage, and Dotty, the drummer, launched into the opening drum solo before Vince started singing.

Vince stared into the mic, the band puzzled that he didn't begin singing.

"What happened?" Tony asked.

"Um, sorry.  Let's try it again."

Little Vince's voice was eerily mature as he began to sing.  He hit notes few singers could.  A powerful force transformed him into something otherworldly as he sang. The band was amazed.

He walked in a circle as he sung, always in a circle.  They didn't think of him as a boy now that he was singing, but not a man either. Something strange, new and amazing connecting directly into the brains of those within earshot.  The band played better too - they didn't want to stop.

When the song ended, Tony looked at Danny nodding his head.  Danny nodded back in agreement.  "You're in," Tony said.  "Cancel the rest of the tryouts.  We've got a new singer!"

"Well," Danny said, plucking a cigar from the front pocket of his tux.  "Can you catch a flight to London with us today and sign a contract?"

"I don't know," Vince responded.  "I'll have to ask my Mother first."

The End

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