at the bag on the table by where they were sitting. “Do you think if I submit myself to testing he’ll always make me use this stuff?” Miller shook his head, “Not really.” “Good, it’s not always for me.” They sit there for a few minutes, and Miller asks if he can play for her. She is delighted by his question, and so he begins to play one of his songs for her. He has to stop due to the look on her face. She was shocked at his ability, and asks if he had always been able to sing like that. “No, but I guess with the practice I worked at it until I could do it.” Anastasia was calm she was very strong and her demeanor seemed sure. Miller got them something to drink and sliced some fruit. She went out to her car while Miller ate some fruit, and before to long he was looking over what he had been working on. This was a new song that he finished as Anastasia came back inside. “Do you mind if I stay here until I get my own place.” Miller hadn’t realized she had left, and had already gone and talked it out with Fredward. Miller couldn’t believe she had already done this in that amount of time, but thought she would probably stay any way. Miller couldn’t believe how happy he was. He had surpassed any dream he had ever had for himself. The work was a gift he felt so lucky to have. So he worked as often as possible. When Anastasia had made enough money to start buying her own place she found a small house similar to Miller’s, and close to his and the water treatment plant. Miller’s music was beginning to need to book larger shows for the amount of people who were wanting to buy a ticket. After he played at a desert located hanger it seems his voice had the ultimate effect. It was something people were becoming in common with. Miller had played more around the world than he had been playing in his own country. So he decided he might change that. He started booking more lake shows around his country. The first summer he did that he would have to slow down. They were the most memorable summer days of his life. It seemed to work so well for him that when he would get home he would sleep through two or three of Anastasia’s shifts. When he would get home she would come over. This would only last for the rest of the summer. When Miller and his work stopped he drove to the snow to take a needed vacation. Miller became aware of how much he needed to practice. So he took the time to learn how to snowboard. It was a soaring experience not just because of the amount of ice his body needed when he was done for the day, but when he got the hang of it, it was similar to the freedom of flying. He really stayed an additional amount of days because of the girls he kept meeting. The women they happened to be older than Miller, but they all seemed to enjoy skiing as much as him for vacation.
Miller would have to get back. When he did he made a return visit to the water treatment plant. It seemed different almost reorganized with what seemed like more equipment. “Yeah, they just started one day and I had to work around without it being known what I was doing then on to make up work. That was it for three or four weeks.” Miller lost interest when he noticed a new type of plant. “Well I came up with that after months of research and testing and I have to say I recommend you trying that.” Fredward’s since of approval was satisfactory so Miller was sure to have a bag of what had been discarded. “So you’ve been playing music this whole time from when you first started working?” Miller was caught off guard by the question. “I’ve been really busy. Why?” “No it’s nothing you’ve just seemed to have changed.” Miller didn’t know how to take this but, “Later, thanks.” Was what he said as he left the science lab for home. He couldn’t believe Fredward would need to tell him something like that. But he guesses a lot of working changes you enough to notice. And the reason he left was so he could get to work. When Miller got home he made a paper roll of the cannabis he was given. He smoked it while he rolled a cigar of the same special cannabis blend Mr. Sampson shared with him. The smell was driving Miller crazy when he was trying to follow up with what Fredward was saying. Miller had never craved something he could smell like that. That’s why he made quick work to get some of the smoke in his lungs. He wanted to feel its affect and it surpassed anything he ever felt according to smoking types of cannabis. This almost made him realize it wasn’t for him, any more. Once he decided that was all that he ever needed. When he came down to normal this work amount didn’t stop until the morning. When he was ready for a ride that is the next thing he did. As soon as he got to the trails he felt a relief that he was about to have fun. So he began riding the trails and soon had to stop to let three deer cross the path in front of him. He was astonished how comfortable they seemed at how close they were to him. When they cleared the path he began again and went for a hard long ride. He decided to go to the water treatment plant with the bag he wanted to return of the discarded plant material. When Fredward saw that he was emptying the baggy into a bin he asked, “Did you not enjoy it?” Miller assured him, “No I did it just made me realize I don’t need to use it anymore.” Fredward understood and kept on the course he was heading. Before he got out of the area Fredward turned and asked him what it was like. Miller had to take a second to think about how to explain. “You know it was so much it was clearing.” This could have been the best answer for Fredward to be told because this was the first plant he had engineered. “And that’s astonishing, thank you.” Miller had to explain more. Miller saw Anastasia from a distance with a smile for Miller. He looked at her and kept looking. Anastasia was elated by Miller’s action on her behalf led to where she was. If he hadn’t made helpful suggestions she knows she could be in an impossible trouble. When he smiled he waved goodbye he was busy and had to go. When he got back to his workstation he began to schedule the events country wide, and would eventually have to call for each to be set up. Miller took the time while drawing out the posters he would use to market each event, to work on his voice. The songs he was interested in singing he could flip through his journal realizing he could probably put the posters on billboards around the areas he would play on their highways. This also made him realize, if he were going to play, he would need to make a round on his plane to check out where he would have a venue.
The work would take him quite a while to finish scheduling. He would have to start off the construction of these parts soon enough to knock it out within a year. This was a goal that came to mind for the whole tour. Miller had gotten so use to the different types of cuisine he was having that now he was going to need to do something for this. He knew he could fly back to these places, but then he decided he would just get a bigger place. He would need more land not another house. This got him thinking he could grow the food he was wanting to consume. That wasn’t that important, and could happen in the mean time. Miller’s music was becoming mainstream in different parts of the world, but he wasn’t experiencing any thing different in his life. He wasn’t what was having an effect with people, but the message people were receiving amongst one another. He wasn’t much of the attractant, but more of what he had made. What had a lot to do with the start of making his music, Miller hadn’t realized was when he and Fredward met then what transpired between meeting, after how they met. Miller didn’t know the same effect happened to Fredward. This kind of worked off of each other. Miller taking Sampson up on his original offer to work for him took Miller to a whole new level. By working with Sampson Miller had more of a reason to be over by the trails, and would ride them more often. Which in fact caused Miller to work on his music idea more and then being able to invest in it with what he was paid for working at the water treatment plant. The flight of Miller’s work started there. The situation where he met Fredward was a push in a new direction for Miller, and then entry into a facility without any requirement was a foreboding experience. That led to his trail riding by mountain bike that led to a creative motivation. Some time later after his development he was motivated to use it. He shared what he could do with other people.
Miller was tired of writing and working so he went for a plane ride. Miller had done quite a bit of work previous to his take off, and he had a number of places he needed to see. The first was a sight, he’d write it down as number one. The next site on the list was again another show. He made it half way through his plane visits when he met a stewardess that would keep landed for a date and a night then back on his way. Returning home was way quicker than he could have thought. He was there and back like nothing passed the last few days felt like six hours to him. Well he would need to start making phone calls. This was an eight-hour period that left only a few sites unwarranted. His guarantee in the other ones was the start of building his show.
He hadn’t seen Anastasia in a while so he guessed she must be busy. The scientist was working on a lot more Miller had noticed. Miller got
