It
was a sunny day in Birmingham, England. Everybody was busy with their own
business, while the little George was playing in his uncle’s farm. “George, I
have to met Mrs Clarkson in the town square, just wait here until I come back
and be ready to go home. OK?”, his mother said. “OK, Mom!”. George replied.
George ran with his friend, Pete, through the farm, and suddenly Pete pushed
George accidentally. George’s head hit some pebbles and bleeding. Pete ran and
told George’s uncle, Mr Anderson. “Let’s bring him to the hospital!”, he told
his servants. After the doctor and the team worked for some time, the doctor
came out from the room. There, George’s mother, Pete, his uncle and aunt had
been waiting. “How is he?”, asked her mother. “Madam, I have to tell you, he
lost his memory”, the doctor replied with low voice. “Please, don’t come in
first. He will be shocked. Wait until I ask you to”, he continued.
Several
minutes later, the doctor gave her permission to come in. “George, it’s me,
your Mom. Don’t you remember?”, said his mother with sad voice. “Who are you?!
I’m scared of stranger!”, George answered. “George?! I’m your Mom! Please
George!”, said her. “Don’t be too hard with him, Rachel! He needs time for it”,
Mr Anderson interrupted. “Pete! Get out of this room! Get out from my family’s
business! I don’t want to see you forever again!”, George’s mother got mad.
Pete was scared, he ran so fast out from the hospital with tears.
13
years has passed, George was in high school. He had most of his memory back,
but none about Pete, because his mother never let him know about it. It was his
birthday when his mother gave him a precious thing for him. “George! Happy
birthday, my son!”, his mother kissed him. “Thanks, Mom”. His mother continued,
“Do you know? I’ve bought a guitar for you!”, as his mother gave him an
acoustic guitar as a gift. “Oh, wow! This is so cool, Mom! Thank you!”, he got
surprised. “Don’t forget, it’s expensive”, she said. “Really?”, he asked, and
his mother replied, “Nah”. “I won’t lose this, Mom”, he promised. Every time he
came home, he ran to his room and played his guitar.
One day,
when George read the newspaper, “Mom, I think I will come home late today.
There is a musical festival. Can I bring my guitar too?”, he asked. “Of course,
it’s time for you to find a band”, she replied enthusiastically. In the musical
festival, he saw a band named The Rapids, he though The Rapids was the one. After
they finished their performance, George asked them for a time. “Sorry, would
you mind to have a short audition for me?”, he asked gently. “Well, actually,
our group doesn’t need any manager right now”, the vocalist joked. “I want to
be a guitarist, actually”, he replied with a smile. “Whatever! Show me what you
got!”, the vocalist said to him. Then, he began to play his favorite song,
perfectly. Everybody clapped their hands as he finished his performance in the
backstage. “What’s your name, kid?”, asked the vocalist. “George”, he answered.
“Errr…Are you George Groff?”, he asked George. “How could you know?”, George
surprised. “Errr…I’m just…just…guessing. I like to guessing thing”, the
vocalist answered. “Weird…”, George was curious, but suddenly the vocalist
interrupted, “Alright, you can come to our home base next week. OK? See you
later, I have to go”, he rushed.
George
than came home and told about his experience to his Mom. “I hope, someday, your
band will be a famous band and you can help our family”, his mother replied. “Actually,
it will be better if Dad could gather with us right now, so I can tell him also”,
George said. “Shut up! Don’t you ever talked about him again!”, his mother
replied with anger, because she has divorced with George’s father, since George
was little. “But why Mom?! You know I never met him in my life!”, “You have”,
said his mother. “When? I never met him until his death!”, George said. “What
are you talking about?! He’s still alive, George!”, said his Mom. “Aha! Now, I
know it that you are a liar! You said to me that he is died already, but now
you told me about the other thing!”, he replied with loud voice. George’s
mother cried, “I’m sorry, I think…I’m not a good mother for you”, she said. She
took her bag and ran outside with tears. She entered her car, started the
engine, and went out. She went to a pub for relax until midnight, while George
stayed in the house with emotion.
In the
next day, he woke up and found his uncle sat on the armchair. “Hey, uncle! What
are you doing here?”, he asked with confused. “George, she has gone”, he said.
George laughed as he couldn’t believe his uncle. His uncle continued, “George,
I’m serious, she found dead last night after a car accident. She was drunk”.
George suddenly stopped laughing and started to hushed and cried as his uncle
closed the front door and went back to his house. George cried with his black
coat at the cemetery. He looked around and surprised after his eyes caught a
people that he recognized, the vocalist of The Rapids. “Hi! Thank you for
coming”, said George with his deep voice. “I’m sorry, George”. “Thank you”. Then,
George continued, “Errr…Sorry, I forgot something. What’s your name?”. “I knew
it, your mother won’t tell you”, said the vocalist. “Sorry?”. George replied. “I’m
Pete, your childhood friend. Yes, I am. I’m the one that made you lost your
memory.”, he told George. “Wow! You like to joke around! Hahaha…”, George
started to laugh as he didn’t believe on him. “Yes, I do, but not for this time.
I’m sorry, it’s OK if you won’t apologize me”, Pete said. “I will”, George
answered. “Thank you, my old and new friend”, Pete replied with smile. “We’re
not old friend anymore”, George said.
Time
has passed, now both of them are in the university. They got an opportunity to
record their first album on a top studio in England. Everybody in The Rapids is
so excited. They have made a lot of songs for this album. And, finally, George
and Pete becomes close friend again and they work well together. And one more
thing, George has made a song for his mother, because he has promised to his
Mom, “I won’t lose this”, which actually means, “You”.







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