by Joshua Peck

Created on: March 05, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Holding On Through A Tragic Ending

Unusually warm. That is what one would think on a day such as this. The seventh day in December and it was sixty-seven degrees in Holly, Michigan. The town that always sleeps. Nothing much happened around here, and nobody knew it better than Trevor McGinnis. Most people knew Trevor as "that musician guy" who brings in average sized crowds and sells his music to average people like himself. The only thing that wasn't average was the club in which he performed in, which was abnormally small. Trevor hated people thinking of him as average. He thought he was above average, unique, special, and cursed. Trevor felt as if he were cursed to forever live in a one-bedroom apartment. Cursed to forever work in a fast food restaurant, just to put all of his money toward bills. Cursed to forever perform his perfection in the same, dumpy club week after week. He knew he was meant to go somewhere in life, but of course it wasn't his fault he wasn't there yet. Trevor blamed each and every person that didn't care about him or helping him make some money with his music. That included everyone he knew, and everyone he didn't know. The only one free of blame was himself. How could it be his fault? He was the musical genius; he was the one who someday would become a legend. Trevor was above average. But, regretfully for him, he was also above family, morals, and anyone who has ever called him a friend.

Walking home on an unusually warm day in December, clutching his guitar to his side, Trevor couldn't help to question Mother Nature. Why finally make a warm day and have it rain, he thought. What a cruel joke. Trevor knew he was just angry because he had to walk in the rain, but if his job would pay him more, he could afford a car. That just made him angrier. It was his job's fault he had to walk in the rain. Finally he made it to his door. Gritting his teeth, he unlocked and walked through the door. Trevor glanced at the answering machine on the little table by the door. Zero messages, zero surprise. He set down and opened his guitar case. Though Trevor just finished a performance, he had the compulsion to play a song, one song specifically. "The Rain", not one of Trevor's favorites, but he wanted to hear it again. Trevor strummed the first chord and began to sing the lyrics that he, for some unknown reason, desperately needed to hear.

Not knowing how to feel
Lost yet gaining
My mind is set, yet I forget
Just how to turn this over

Now it's raining, pouring

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