Aqua Fin Crossing the Crucibles. Sherman E Hister
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The songs began to rapidly produce as his pencil pushed forward. He had a lot of notes not any actual songs. Then he started to write one without flaw. He could remember finding his voice and found a way to describe it describing it. The song was well written and Miller could not wait to reform it. He was aware that this one could have an effect.
He went back to the water treatment plant again for Fredward and him to have a conversation. “How old were you when you realized you were a scientist?” “About eight.” “What could you tell me about the experimentation results of your study?”
Chapter 5
Oasis Tribute
“What would you want to know? If it’s classified you know I will be unable to answer.” “Were you studying emotions?” “Can you be clearer with your question?” “Did you ever do any studies based on a subjects emotion, and the effect of the cannabis?” “What do you want to know?” “Did it have a good or bad effect?” “All I’m going to tell you is both?” “Why is that?” Fredward looked passed him, “That’s all.” Miller took this information with himself to the hall with the tubes. He thought about it with the water rushing sound through the tubes.
Miller found a desert where he would perform another show. He decided to live out in this wilderness for a week to plan it out. When he woke all he knew was he paid a pilot to return in a week to pick him up. He thought he had enough food and water for a week. Until then he would just act like he had planned everything out. He probably had so he starts to walk, sure enough only after a short distance he stumbles upon an oasis. There were actually flowers growing here among the trees that occasionally waved in the wind over a small pool with rocks around supposedly running in and out of the ground. This really began to surprise him he could not have picked a better place to land. He or the pilot couldn’t have seen this place now knowing neither could have the pilot when he left leaving in the direction the plane came from. Miller just stood still in the oasis waiting to see what would happen next. Sure enough there was movement outside the oasis in the sand the wind lifted a circular moving funnel of sand in that direction. Miller stood in amazement realizing this would be his show.
The plane returned within a weeks time, and the pilot just had to land and stop. Miller loaded his gear as the plane lifted up in the direction of a larger airport. When the small plane landed Miller noticed the large hanger from across where he unloaded. That looked about like what he would eventually, before boarding he alluded to the ability to look at the structure, and when he was on board homeward bound he folded a piece of paper he had gotten from the large airport.
As Miller returned to where he lived there was a knock at his door. This happened to be the first knock he had ever heard at this place where he lived. He opened the door surprised that anyone knew where he lived. It was Anastasia and he remembered she had been here before. “Are you happy to see me?” She was holding a file pretty full of paper. “What do you need that for are you going to do some work?” She smiled, “Oh well I might look over them, but I just don’t want to leave them out in my car.” Miller didn’t really need to know so she came in. “Where have you been this time?” She must have stopped by when Miller was gone. Miller didn’t know how to answer because when he sat down the files fanned out enough for Miller to glance at them when she was asking him more about what had he been doing because he sure doesn’t go to the water treatment plant everyday. While Miller began his answer to this question he realized something. “Well actually I was working.” She looked at him with disbelief. He was not focused on this how come she had the files similar to what Miller had asked Fredward about that Fredward was not able to really answer. So Miller asked, “Where are you heading?” She didn’t understand why he would ask this, “Well I’m not planning on leaving yet.” That wasn’t what Miller was asking for. “No I mean after here. Are you going back to the plant?” Anastasia was insecure about the question he asked so he speaks. “Just beginning to work on some new work, I’ve got a lot to create in a certain amount of time.”
“Well then I’ll just go,” Miller took a chance, “You can stay and work too if you need to.” He said so she could stay. Miller then wondered if she should have these results. Something was going on Miller knew it. Then it hit, what if these were classified, should she have them. Probably not, Miller thought this as if it were being made up. What was she doing he thought. Then it hit was she even from here. “What are you going to have to do?” This question made her seem more aware and Miller wasn’t trying to do that. He simply didn’t know what to do. So he offered to make something to eat and she said she was interested, but it turned out Miller needed to go buy from the store for what she was going to eat. Well some of it he needed French bread. Miller only made it to the water treatment plant and Fredward was there. For whatever Miller told Fredward he was sure back with French bread fast. “I didn’t think you were going to return.” Miller knew otherwise she would still be there. Miller made their food and then she seemed that she had to be going. Miller knew she would be. The next day Miller had been working harder than ever before. It was time to max out a performance he thought. This would be a show to remember. He was setting a ticket percentage up that the people whom buy these tickets would be also buying a ticket to be flown to this airport. The rest of the tickets being sold he would just sell the tickets according to the person who bought the ticket would need to find their own route to the show.
Miller was curious about the incident that involved Fredward so he made his way over when he got the chance. Fredward Sampson scientist was hard at work as usual when Miller stepped in. “You’re not going to believe this.” Is all that Fredward would say before unloading a story of information on Miller he found himself thinking about on his couch. He had misunderstood the severity of Fredward’s notes being outside the grounds of the water treatment place Miller didn’t really care because he remembered he saw. He saw enough of the results that it would allow him what he needed. Miller began working on a new group of songs for the desert show. Before he knew he was playing at the desert airport. It was a sold out show. He could tell the songs he wrote added with the voice pitch he discovered created an affect he was trying to figure out, but instead it worked just by him doing the work. Miller waits to see what this would cause. He wanted to organize another show. Miller wanted to play the biggest show he played before because he felt accomplished, and intended on sharing his music the way he wanted to. He had worked that hard in preparation to be at this point. When Miller returned home he was not prepared for someone to be using his shower. When he opened the door to the bathroom it was Anastasia standing behind the shower curtain. “What are you doing in here? How did you get in, did you break into my house?” Anastasia walked passed him with her towel covering her body. “I’m a spy if you haven’t figured it out, but I got away after you went to see Fredward.” “Got away from what?” Is all Miller wanted to know, Miller wasn’t sure what to think but there was a naked girl in his bathroom and he had been on the road for a while. Lets just say when they talked about what she said, Miller knew what to tell her. She had been a foreigner and was not going back, and assumed guilt here because she gave the notes back. It took her several months to get her hands on the notes, and she was more interested if Fredward would still let her work. Miller thought he probably would, but she would have to illicit herself to experimentation. Anastasia looked strangely at Miller but hoped he’d just kiss her. Better yet Miller asked her if she ever used any of the property at the water treatment plant. She had done it before, but not at the plant. “Would you want to now?” Miller was serious when he pulled a bag from his pocket and asked her if she had a light. They make their way over to sit, and smoke some cannabis together. When they did the talking occurred. “When did you become a spy?” “That’s not something I want to discuss right now.” “Well