Monday, July 28, 2008
Fiction Outtake: Trevor's Bike (The Early Days)
Dreams generally weren't welcome in Trevor Wolff's world. Why bother, when they so rarely came true?
Okay, the dream about the band had, but that was mostly due to Mitchell's refusal to give up. It had nothing to do with the magic of dreams, how you wake up and suddenly, one day, there it is. Whatever you'd wanted, waiting for you like on a silver platter. Nope, Mitchell had refused to rely on luck and dreams and all that other fairy shit. He'd buckled down and spent hours on the band's logo, the band's music, his own guitar, and even bass lessons for Trevor.
Not that Trevor was any closer to being good than he'd been on that first day when Mitchell had first put a bass in his hands. But whatever. He was in a band and who cared if he sucked? He looked good up there.
That was how dreams come true -- when you let yourself dream them.
The dream about the Vincent wasn't likely to come true through hard work. Vincents were rare. They cost a lot of money if they were in great shape. Sometimes, the falling apart ones cost a lot of money, too. ShapeShifter might have started to bring in the bucks, but Trevor still wasn't flush enough to pay those prices. Getting his hands on a Vincent wasn't a dream worth letting himself dream about.
Until the phone rang. "Hey, uhh, yeah. This is Ray, over at Hammer, Wrench, and Torque. This Trevor?"
He almost didn't answer; he was too busy grabbing at the cigarette that had fallen off his lip when he'd heard Wrench's voice. "Yeah," he finally said, trying to sound cool while he brushed ashes off his jeans and immediately began playing with the newly burned fibers.
"We wanted to let you know that someone dropped off the frame of a Vincent today. Looks like a D-series Shadow. You interested?"
Trevor's heart leaped out of his chest. He knew that feeling, all right -- but he'd never known it to feel so good.
"You might want to take a look before you say yes or no," Hammer said.
"I'll be there as soon as I can be," Trevor said. He'd have to call Mitchell and convince him to put down the guitar long enough to play chauffeur. It shouldn't be hard; Amy was home for a visit and that probably meant she was torturing the big idiot to no end. Not that he didn't deserve it, but Trevor needed a ride more than Mitchell needed what he deserved.
"Think hard, man," Hammer warned. "It may not be what you want, but if you've got the patience, it can be."
That alone was enough for Trevor. Even if it was a piece of steel that had been hammered flat, he wanted the bike.
No one knew better than Trevor Wolff what it was like to need some work. Or what the payoff was once someone who cared showed some patience.
Ahh. Trevor's back; I know you guys have missed him. I have, too.
Not sure what the fuss is about? Click on Trevor's name and it'll take you to his bio page. At the bottom are all sorts of links that will take you back to other posts here at the Meet and Greet that Trevor's starred in. There are a lot, so get a fresh cup of coffee and have fun!
Okay, the dream about the band had, but that was mostly due to Mitchell's refusal to give up. It had nothing to do with the magic of dreams, how you wake up and suddenly, one day, there it is. Whatever you'd wanted, waiting for you like on a silver platter. Nope, Mitchell had refused to rely on luck and dreams and all that other fairy shit. He'd buckled down and spent hours on the band's logo, the band's music, his own guitar, and even bass lessons for Trevor.
Not that Trevor was any closer to being good than he'd been on that first day when Mitchell had first put a bass in his hands. But whatever. He was in a band and who cared if he sucked? He looked good up there.
That was how dreams come true -- when you let yourself dream them.
The dream about the Vincent wasn't likely to come true through hard work. Vincents were rare. They cost a lot of money if they were in great shape. Sometimes, the falling apart ones cost a lot of money, too. ShapeShifter might have started to bring in the bucks, but Trevor still wasn't flush enough to pay those prices. Getting his hands on a Vincent wasn't a dream worth letting himself dream about.
Until the phone rang. "Hey, uhh, yeah. This is Ray, over at Hammer, Wrench, and Torque. This Trevor?"
He almost didn't answer; he was too busy grabbing at the cigarette that had fallen off his lip when he'd heard Wrench's voice. "Yeah," he finally said, trying to sound cool while he brushed ashes off his jeans and immediately began playing with the newly burned fibers.
"We wanted to let you know that someone dropped off the frame of a Vincent today. Looks like a D-series Shadow. You interested?"
Trevor's heart leaped out of his chest. He knew that feeling, all right -- but he'd never known it to feel so good.
"You might want to take a look before you say yes or no," Hammer said.
"I'll be there as soon as I can be," Trevor said. He'd have to call Mitchell and convince him to put down the guitar long enough to play chauffeur. It shouldn't be hard; Amy was home for a visit and that probably meant she was torturing the big idiot to no end. Not that he didn't deserve it, but Trevor needed a ride more than Mitchell needed what he deserved.
"Think hard, man," Hammer warned. "It may not be what you want, but if you've got the patience, it can be."
That alone was enough for Trevor. Even if it was a piece of steel that had been hammered flat, he wanted the bike.
No one knew better than Trevor Wolff what it was like to need some work. Or what the payoff was once someone who cared showed some patience.
Ahh. Trevor's back; I know you guys have missed him. I have, too.
Not sure what the fuss is about? Click on Trevor's name and it'll take you to his bio page. At the bottom are all sorts of links that will take you back to other posts here at the Meet and Greet that Trevor's starred in. There are a lot, so get a fresh cup of coffee and have fun!
Labels: creative writing, fiction, Poetry Train, Trevor
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i don't know what a Vincet is but i sure know what a dream of that power feels like. wanting my first bike at age five was my first one. wanting my laptop was the most recent. wanting to be a writer--ongoing since age nine.
oh and i'm there with Trevor knowing what it means to be needing work and the patience of someone who cares.
btw, i want to thank you for the Win a Book blog you run. I can't be sure but I think many of the participants of my first giveaway came through there.
oh and i'm there with Trevor knowing what it means to be needing work and the patience of someone who cares.
btw, i want to thank you for the Win a Book blog you run. I can't be sure but I think many of the participants of my first giveaway came through there.
An interesting thing I've noticed about Trevor is that he has a tendency to have amazingly lucky things happen to him without realizing that he created that luck by being open to opportunities.
It's very heart-crushy for me to read about Trevor not wanting to believe something so wonderful could happen to him. And I love heart-crushy.
Yet another backstory bite that colors in more of Trevor in a paint by numbers way. Very clever little bit that lets us into Trevor's head even more.
Eventually Trevor's going to have to revise his outlook. I think he got all the bad shit out of the way early, because lately it's all coming together for him.
And because I know my friend Susan would never set us up for a big fall, right????
And because I know my friend Susan would never set us up for a big fall, right????
Good to see Trevor back :) This post really struck a chord for me.The only way to get what you wnat is to be prepared to really work bloody hard for it and then keep on working to keep it. And as Trevor knows, you gotta care a whole bunch too.
Great post :) I hope Trevor gets his Vincent.
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Great post :) I hope Trevor gets his Vincent.
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