was going to be a big investment, but he knew he could cover it he would just have to make a good amount, he would see. He was not going to worry about vendors, but you would really want to go if you bought one of his tickets. Some of the areas were expensive for rent. Their would be a few shows at night. Miller lost total control for a bike ride and went straight to it. He was not interested in smoking cannabis like he had been before the relaxation of exercise was what he wanted. Sure enough when he got to the hollow he began to write something and when he finished he was on it again riding the next trail like there was no tomorrow. More girls were using the trails he started noticing so was he.
As he woke up he wasn’t hungry or tired he wanted to get on his bike. As soon as he got to the trails he got into a conversation with the first girl on the trails. She didn’t have much to say, but Miller lived right by. The next girl was really thinking hard when he got over to her, but she didn’t think twice when he invited her over. He was getting kind of tired but he went again anyway, and he got a dinner date who would spend the night before another trail visit. It was summer so Miller could also offer a shower. This girl couldn’t get enough of him or the trails. It was all he could do to remember to have clothes on the trails much as have them off at home. This girl had skipped her job for a day without realizing so he made sure to write down her number when he got it in case she ever wanted to come back if they didn’t see each other on the trails. When she left Miller went back to the trail’s, and these girls weren’t going to go anywhere without each other so Miller spent that with the two girls in his bed. On the way to the store Miller decided he would buy as much foreign type cuisine he could buy. He wasn’t going to want to fly over seas for at least two weeks he wanted to get as much of the show done so he could enjoy more of the trails and his summer. He didn’t take to much time at the store because of an older woman way aware of Miller so he was only glad the girls from the trails left when he went for the store. She wasn’t too reserved and was more than comfortable enough to say a hello, and he was comfortable enough to walk her to her car. She was very complimenting of the dish Miller prepared for the two of them to have. “Where did you learn to make that?” Miller took a second, “I was traveling and wanted to get something to eat. So I went to the first place I could find and some how got what we just ate. I was so hungry I just showed my money and I was served a plate.” This story went well with another pour of a bottle one of a few Miller had acquired on a visit to a vineyard. Come to think of it he hadn’t played there yet, but the wine was well made. This couldn’t keep them busy.
Miller made a trail visit to work a line that came to him while going to sleep. The trail was definitely busier, and after getting the line out of his head he had a visitor. She invited him to walk on the trail with her, so he locked his bike and they began to walk as he put his pad back in his pocket. “You writing about the trees?” A funny question the girl asked Miller before he hugged and she laughed. “What was that for?” Miller couldn’t believe how funny saying that to him was, “You made me feel good.” So then she kissed him and he kissed her back. He told her to follow the guy riding his bike without a helmet. She just said, “Okay and be there in a minute.” She made her way out to her car and looked in the direction he told her and there he was. Miller needed to water the plants and stuff outside of where he lived so he let her in as he left the door open to turn the sprinkler in the right direction. Before her got all the way back inside where she showed him a clear bag she must’ve had in her pocket. Miller shook his head, yes. And then he pulled the pack of rolling papers he kept in his pocket, to give to her. She had one rolled before Miller handed her a match that she struck even though she was entertained he had a match. They didn’t get around to smoking, and when she left Miller wanted to do some work on a song.
He slept a little then wrote a little then slept a little. He wrote for a few hours before. He did more about scheduling the home tour event then got back to tour to people. Miller would really only shower after sweating on stage while he was working. To Miller more and more it seemed that there wasn’t any real need for him to be the center of attention. He had done so well with making his music and coordinating each event that he was just in charge of setting up the party everyone there seemed to be into. It was that he didn’t think he would have trouble getting a place to sleep. He was glad he got the transportation for him to sleep in that had a shower. It was every girl that slept in there with him would want to take a shower. There were mornings where there would be two to three people crammed in there. Miller would really only shower after sweating on stage while he was working.
To Miller more and more it seemed that there wasn’t any real need for him to be the center of attention. He had done so well with making his music and coordinating each event that he was just in charge of setting up the party everyone there seemed to be in to. He could go out, and get a drink with those who bought a ticket to hear his music just like he bought a ticket himself. He definitely didn’t have to miss one with the occasional autograph. Miller had to be honest with himself. He happened to really like all the people who liked his music.
Miller had to grow a third and fourth lung it seemed to finish the last legs of his shows. The last show he put in the extra effort it was time for him to just let go. When he finally got back he drove from the airport after filling his vehicle with the boxes of protection he got. He knew he would need them. He wore one quite often before that show run so he only thought ahead before building another show. When he woke up a few days later he checked on what he made and started driving around. He was looking for the land he would want to buy. After driving around he knew this would take some time. He also knew he might just end up flying more often because he really wanted some of that food when he started flying over seas. He had to go sleep some more. He was in need of sleeping he had exhausted himself playing like he did, but it was totally worth it. When he woke up he called his pilot, and scheduled a flight to take him to two locations passport included. One place he loved the tigers that would walk around the second was the same sort. When Miller got back he had to put everything away. It smelled different in there more different than it’s ever smelled in there. He took a couple hits of cannabis to even out the odor. Miller thought, “Man that’s good.” He went to the kitchen to make some food. He was going to use some of the stuff he had and probably finish some of the ice cream that he had.
This was an excursion so he got to sleep. He wasn’t going to be able to keep his eyes open. He did make it to the couch, but that was it. When Miller was asleep he had a series of dreams that made him wake up and write some of it down, all of it. He didn’t think anything more that you couldn’t make that up. So as he went on he was able to get it down. He was realizing he could come up with songs with anything. It was what all this hard work afforded him. He sat there experimenting with what he could write, and before he left he had written two songs. That was kind of more than he had ever done. He got up from there and left to see what was on the trail. When he bumped into another on accident due to the part of the trail he did run in to someone. He was paying attention just more to the run loosing interest in what else he could meet. He became in different she seemed so cool. They didn’t talk for a while, but started kissing. She leaned in, and he followed without much reserve. She had commandeered his hip. When she said, “We should go to my car, I don’t live far from here.” “Neither do I.” Miller was insistent so they drove there and had there way with each other. Miller was insistent on her staying for dinner. She would need to shower after dinner, but she wanted to stay. She was older than Miller, and she liked that. When she let him know what she did he was interested in that. She broadcasted one of the local news channels. She had been doing this for over fifteen years. She had a great job, and would probably retire with it is what she ended with her explanation of her career. Miller really didn’t know why she had a hard time believing him that he was a musician. She just didn’t think he acted like someone who would do this. It encouraged her to ask him more. “You really design your shows, and figure out how to sell the tickets on your own?” Miller was surprised she didn’t get this so then she asked him, “Do you pay anyone to help you?” Miller was sure he paid his pilot, the venue locations to play, and the fact he recently had to afford a place that would travel where he would go for a place to sleep. She thought this made since enough to believe that was how he was able to afford his own place at his age. “Its really a whole lot of work.” “I can imagine.”
