MAUnsealed: Psyche, the Agent of YURI

Y.U.R.I.
No one knows the acronym and the private agency’s hide-out. People just believe that it exists. I was once a member but I made up my mind.
I woke up in a wheel chair and bright lights shuttered my eyes. There were blurred visions of chatting people surrounding me and I was their subject.
“Comrades, I present to you our very victor, Psyche”
And everybody clapped with ease and amazement.
I don’t understand. Everybody does their work and gets an incentive but not this obvious. There’s something wrong. This celebration is a mystery.
Yesterday, I landed to India for an undercover mission. I need to retrieve Mahabhatur, a child prodigy, who was abducted by hideous scientists. They wanted to replicate the boy’s DNA and make another miracle child with the same ability. Of course, you can’t survive and you won’t be able to save a child if you don’t have the strength and knowledge of defense.
Cameras are just alternates for watchmen who waste my time to reach Mahab’s chamber. A simple trick is yet to be done. Using an invisibility cloak, an invention imported from Japan, I made an attempt to enter the boy’s room. The sudden silence trembles me. This must be a trap.
The scientists built the whole laboratory with virtual design in which they use engineered goggles to see the actual. It scanned the whole room with gamma radiation. This destroyed my cloak and revealed me. Just like in movies, I am now in a serious kick-off-enemies. For all I could remember, I carried the child with my own bare hands and we made it through the exit. After that, I felt dizzy. We were getting near in a chopper and a huge bombardment wrecked the laboratory.
Meanwhile, in my own wheelchair, I stood up unsure. I have just decided to quit as an agent. I whispered to my chief who was right beside me but he didn’t take it seriously. He laughed.
Something is really wrong at this juncture.
Late at night, I wandered the streets and took pictures. At the first place, I knew that they’ll be setting up other agents to look after me. Right after taking pictures, I made a stop at the carnival.
“Why did YURI hired you to chase me?” I said to those two guys who were 1 ½ meters behind me.
They stared at each other. It was then clear to them that I already knew that they were following my tracks. I told that I’ll still be loyal to YURI and I got no reason to leave. Well, that clarified their minds and later, they fade away as more crowds were approaching.
Five minutes and three seconds past. I returned to the quarters and printed my shots. All lights went off except in my room.
Midnight, guards knocked at my door and found no one inside. Yes, I escaped. I was a liar. It’s up to them if they can solve the mystery I left. , Hundreds of scattered photos, hundreds of bizarre evidences.
I took a trip to a certain place where they can’t ever find me. It was only yesterday when the whole town looked classical, but now, it was modernized. That’s why I captured pictures to make my own map of escape. I disguised by the name “Sky”. Psyche to Sky. I cut my hair with my own knife and dressed up like a sassy girl.
I started a new life and entered an academy being an engineering student. There, I met a dedicative writer whose name is also Psyche. It would be coincidence if I still use my old name. She became a friend.
At the library, we took our seats and she opened a conversation.
“Have you read the news?”
“News?”
“The YURI agency just lost its 11.2 billion dollar project.Geez, they always make history”
“Project?”
“Yea. Some sort of cloning I think. I’m a huge fan of that YURI. That’s why I wanted to be an engineer. Hoping that they’ll discover my inventive ability.”
“Dream on. If I were you, I’ll shift. You love lit, so marry it. There you could invent imposs-“
“Hey wake up bullcrap. Don’t cross the line. I really have the ability. An engineer and at the same time, a writer.”
Were just like that. We criticize each other but we’re still friends. From time to time, we were great partners topping in our class.
One night, we went to a restaurant. As we enjoy the cuisine, we heard an alarming sound of a thunder.
We never expect for a rain. The ground suddenly released its vapor and that made up our minds to stay inside.
In the next day, most of the students from the academy were coughing and sneezing. In addition, they were also spitting blood. No wonder that the whole city was triggered by the vast spreading of a disease. It became epidemic. The only way to stop it was the said vaccine of the R.E.T.S, another agency who dumps the fame of YURI.
All of us were quarantined in the academy’s private hospital. My friend was seriously ill. She described from the time she was vaccinated, she looses her self control. Something manipulates her body as well as her mind. So I thought that these RETS was planning to overcome everyone’s body system.
 I did take the vaccine but I felt no effect. I wasn’t positive for the said disease. I’m still healthy and nothing to worry. For the first two to three hours, the vaccine indeed made the people to be at its normal state. But as it exceeds time, they become more ill and not like themselves anymore.  With my conscience, I turned back for being an agent again. I smashed every vaccine breakthrough made by the RETS and intended to find a cure.
I made a stop at the highest peak of a tower and took an overview. The city was covered by a thick grayish fog. And there arose a man named Rex. He wears   mask and his eyes were perfectly deep blue. He looks familiar. Yet, he confessed that he was my fiancé for the past 80 years. I was shocked and puzzled.
My memories suddenly came back little by little. It was a short headache.
Wayback, we were just kids chosen by YURI. Just like Mahab,Rex was a child prodigy abducted by scientists and was retrieved. He decided to join us and there I met him. My father, the right arm of the founder, chose me to be Rex’s partner. We were trained for our survival in a virtually designed world and 36 of us remained out of 57. The rest did not die. They were safely brought home alive with their parents. From the moment they thought they were dead, their memories inside the agency quarters were brainwashed. They really did not remember anything.
As we grow, I did not notice that Rex was actually dating me. I fell in love with him. His physical features and his beautiful soul attract me. He was like a model not a wrestler.  He has a stunning accent that I really like. Most of the time, I mock at his way of speaking and that makes him think that I was teasing. Though he was too serious often, he cracks a joke and shares his cute and simple smile. I am comfortable with him. It’s good to have him as my partner in the agency. It’s just too crazy to think that he collects photos of me and tattooed a symbol of my name at his chest.
He was about to propose when our chief left an undercover mission for me to retrieve a child from India. Before taking my flight that night, I offered love to Rex and made him my fiancée.
In the next day, I went to India. And that part was retold by Rex. Without my knowledge, he followed me and he’s the one who set up the bomb inside the lab. In able to escape, he captured a gadget inside an unauthorized room. It was one of Mahab’s precious inventions, the gadget was capable of teleporting him outside with just one push of a button. There he saw me running carrying the child. I fell down to the ground. A scientist shot an antidote at my back which made my red blood cells turn to white. My body organs also were poisoned and my veins were hardened like a fragile glass. Rex was the one who retrieved us to the quarters.
“The next thing that I’m gonna say to you would be unacceptable but it is possible. They repaired your body and put you to the freezer chamber for 80 years. You were reborn to be the first bionic project of YURI. You are their perfect 11.2 billion dollar project. It was your dad’s whole idea anyways.”
“Unbelievable. Unbelievable. This is what my friend was talkin’ about. Did that teleport stuff brought you here? Because I’m wondering how you get here. Its past 80 years Rex. You must be old. You must have died. And you must have been married to someone.”
“Yes. I am married to someone. And its still you. It’s gonna be you. Mahab upgraded his teleport gadget with varying time. His secret was his own time machine. From that, I travelled through space and time finding my bride. And I also came here to tell you that you are the cure. Your blood is being designed by your father as the cure for all diseases. It rehabilitates the bad cells and a powerful stabilizer of the body system. A single drop of it can heal a single person at any rate. The RETS did this epidemic all along. They forced the clouds to rain and the sudden release of vapor from the ground triggered the bacteria which became part of the inhalation”
“I don’t get it.”
“You know water cycle right? The RETS spread nanotubed seedlings in the sky while condensation process. The seeds were contaminants of mixed bacteria. Through lightning and water, they multiply. The vaccine was another drama. It activates the bacteria inside the body and turns into a puppet. You know what I mean? The global database designed by the engineers of RETS manifest this nanopuppets. That’s why people loose their self-contro-.”
I kissed Rex and thanked him for not getting married. The conversation was enough to take things possible. We made a plan and departed after a conclusion.
Rex begs for an authority to a nearby air force to borrow a chopper by presenting his YURI I.d. He drove his way as I waited for him in our hospital. I let Psyche, my friend, to take the first treatment of my blood. Later, she felt the warmth of being herself again.
Not knowing that she has a secret knowledge about multiplying cells, she gathered 2mL of my red blood cells and examined the compatibility to her chemical multiplier. The results were fine. There were no side effects. She mixed it up producing half liter identical of my RBC.
I asked her how she came up with such formula. She answered that it was his father’s idea.
It was Mahabhatur, who died at 84^th age. Obviously, her daughter was named by a savior during his young age. And it was me, Psyche who disguised as Sky. I never did make an attempt to discuss anything to her. We are in a middle of tragedy.
I have just sacrificed quarter volume of my blood. Enough to shower and treat people in the city by riding the chopper. The city was blushing as the residents rejoiced their sudden treatment. It was a success but after few moments, five jets from the RETS were chasing us. They shot the propeller and it burned at its fast rate. We landed at a park and hurried to escape. We fell down on our knees and a massive explosion happen behind.
 One thing left me for being vengeful. A man from a helicopter shot an antidote at the back of Rex.Same effect which killed me past 80 years. I have no gun to avenge him. I also turned weak after the blood procedure. Helpless. My only strength was to cry.
Suddenly, two of the jets were being fired by another group. Thanks to YURI. They chased and hunted every aerial vehicles owned by the RETS.They also helped the government to seek the hide-out of this devilish agency and left no loyal workers alive. YURI captured me and brought me back to the hidden quarters along with Mahab’s daughter, Psyche.
 They left me in a new room guarded by new recruit agents. Psyche was also in a room next to mine.
 The moment we entered YURI, she knew my true identity. She was amazed and a little bit surprised.
Midnight, I went to my friend’s room. I wasn’t expecting that she was writing my story throughout. She noticed me by my shadow and spoke.
“Sky. I mean Psyche. Thanks for saving Papa. I knew you were extraordinary. I know it’s been a dilemma out there lately. I have a secret and I know that you deserve this. Your iris is the only access for opening Papa’s sacred room. There hides a blueprint and his gadget. The same thing that made Rex up to this year. I heard rumors that Rex gonna be their second project. It would take another 80 years for you guys to get married. Well, that’s hard partner. ”
“Mahab’s Iris Scanner. Rex. Another bionic project.  The only way to travel up to 80 years is your papa’s invention. I can get through this. Piece of cake. ”
“I think. I’ll give you my GPS. This thing will help you locate our house at Italy. Don’t get caught. Good Luck.”
So my friend knows something how an agent works. A dedicative writer, an engineer and a new recruit spy.  Just like his father, YURI discovered that she has a stunning ability enough to be the next me. Since things here were done for me, I left. And that explains my sudden disappearance travelling through a special time to my future husband.

MAUrticles: ‘Da Who?

Business tycoon. Richest person in the world. Athlete of the Year. La Diva. You know some of them right?
Lucio Tan, Bill Gates, Manny Pacquiao and Lady Gaga.

 These people made their own way to fame and stood also as an inspiration.
Juan. Pedro. Bitoy. Bebang. Osang. Well-known names, eh?

Yeah, they thought me lessons in their outrageous stories and made me laugh in their jokes like:
Juan: Sinong favorite action star mo?
Pedro: Si Arnold Schwarzenegger
Juan: Weh. Spell mo nga.
Pedro: Si Jet Li pala. Hehe.

Bla. Bla. Bla. Commercial break cut.

Seriously, do you know Albert Einstein? (Yes), Thomas Edison? (Yes), Rene Descartes? (Yes)

How about William James Sidis? Let’s pause to that.

FYI. This US citizen made history. He was honored as world’s most genius with an IQ over250. Each day, he can manage to memorize a kind of language. As a result, he internationally mastered 200. He was also considered as the youngest student at Harvard University considering his age, just 11. Unfortunately, his marvelous excellence made him mad. He died at his 46^th age loveless and without friends.

Next to him is the man from Korea, Kim Ung-Yong, who has an IQ of 210. During his 3^rdage, he has the ability to read and write in four different languages (Korean, English, Japanese and German). He can solve intricate calculus problems at his5^th age and at age 16, he accomplished a PhD professor at Colorado State University and achieved another doctorate at Korea as Civil Engineer. Since he is the only man alive with the highest IQ nowadays, he was considered as the most genius in world in the Guinness Book of World Records.

Christopher Langan(195). Sir Isaac Newton(190). Marilyn Vos Savant(186). Leonardo DaVinci(180). This following people with corresponding superb IQ ratings contributed as most genius through history respectively.

Genius people are also born child prodigies. I believe.

A seven year old Indian surgeon boy, named Akrit Jaswal , managed to operate a girl’s burnt hand without any experience. Well, it turned out to be successful. He has an IQ of146 and was the youngest student to be accepted at an Indian University.

Another, Michael Kevin Kearney, a ten year old college graduate, made a history and prevailed his intellectual ability winning in a million dollar television show, “Who wants to be a millionaire?”(2008).

And, a three-year old MTV awardee, Cleopatra Stratan, earns 1000 euro per song and holds a record as the youngest two-hour live performer. Her 2006 album, “La varsta detrei ani” (means, At the age of 3), made way to her young commercial success as a singer.

So what?!

Actually, my point here is not just informing you who got brains, but to give an inspiration to you to do great things too even if majority of us are ordinary.

Each of us can be a genius also in our own simple way. Be wise and open minded. I didn’t say be smart, I said be wise. If things aren’t going well in you favor, then be open minded. Everything happens for a reason and a purpose.

One opinion I wanted to insist before putting the number sign. The greatest genius of all is our almighty creator, God. He wants us to be as excellent as Him ,the very reasonable root why we must be educated.#

MAUnsealed: Mary Moon meets Spencer

Check it out! It was dayfall and somebody else was doin’ somethin’ stupid.
Wedding march. The bride’s too happy that she even cried. There she goes. Holding the hand of his groom. His palm’s too cold and he’s sweating. He’s nervous.

No one did protest and stood up for any rejections.
However, expectations did not last when the groom said, “I can’t. I don’t.”

Shocked.

Moment of silence.

The bride spanked the guy with her bouquet in his face and ran away. She cried out loud wearing off her sleeves in her hands. The groom did follow her but turned out to be unsuccessful. He was being battered and caught up a fight by the bride’s friends.

There you have it. The bride’s name is in the title, Mary Moon. A young lady who was capable of selling her website and was convinced to join a company for bloggers. Young and wealthy. Just 18 years of age and famous. Black-haired and brown-eyed.

And the bastard groom, a 22-year old guy, named Fred, a young manager of a restaurant who just crashed Mary’s life. Black-hearted and brine-blooded.

Darkness fully surrounded the city and the bride lost her way. Actually, she doesn’t even know where she’s heading. She just walked and walked hopelessly.

The road wasn’t safe enough to anyone who’s just hanging around. Mary was captured by a van. She was kidnapped. They put her to sleep as they took a trip going to a slaughter house.

Twenty-five men were waiting. They have their money bills in briefcases and each of them have their own bouncer-like guardians.

Past 15 minutes. The girl woke up. Five masked men brought the girl inside the slaughter house and everybody was getting ready for some auction settlement.

It all started with 100 000 dollars then 200 000 Euros.

500 000

850 000

One million!

1250000!

Then an old man spoke.

“Gentlemen! My son is in need for a heart and blood transplant. I’ll go for 500 million. Got guts to intervene with that?”

Chilly. The kidnappers laughed.

“We’re gonna be reach men!”

No one did made an attempt to change the half billion bidding of the rich old man. Sooner, the lady was forced to get inside the limousine of the old man in exchange of the pounds by pounds bills to the kidnappers. Poor Mary. She was planning to get out but she can’t even have the chance. A guardian was pointing a gun to her. If ever she makes a noise, she’ll be killed.

While on roads, the limo was suddenly chased by cars and a helicopter. They were the cops.

Crazy driving. The bad guys are now in focus getting out of rid with the cops. The guy pointing a gun to Mary went busy shooting through the widow. Eventually, Mary unbuckled and escaped. She rolled all the way down to a forest and stayed unconscious.

“Sh#t! We lost her!”

“Never mind! Just keep driving bonehead!”

The cops were still chasing the limo until they reach the city nearby.

In a forest, there were campers singing around a bonfire. Mary heard their voices and one croak of a frog woke her up. She saw a small light twinkling through a distant and followed it.

The campers were composed of nine children, one guy and an old woman who was a nun. They live in a convent and they were just taking their outing.

It’s getting even darker and the guy cut their happy-sing-a-long when the nun went inside a tent and slept leaving the kids having fun with the guy. He opened a conversation about ghosts and told a story.

His name is Spencer. A 19-year old guy. Well, he has this body-like rockstar. Heavy eyeliners. Waggy black hair. Skinny pants. Unbuttoned polo with matching T-shirt in the inside. What matters most are his crystalline green eyes. He just can’t admit to their elder that he is bored. He likes to scare and bully the kids.

Wait a minute! This mean guy can also play the drums and guitar but he’s having bad vocals.

Meanwhile, the kids were getting closer to each other while listening to Spencer’s fantasy story.

“…and this white lady came out the bushes and kills every person she sees.”

Suddenly, a boy turned around to look at the bushes. He saw a white thing coming and shouted.

“Ahhh! White lady!”

Spencer was also frightened upon seeing the white lady in the bushes. Everybody screamed all their way to their tents.

Unluckily, Spencer didn’t have any chance to enter in any camp. He was begging the children to let him in.

“Sorry Spence! If we let you in, the white lady might come in too!”

“Kids just please let me in!”

As the lady spoke to him, the more they screamed inside the camp and zip the campdoor.

“I’m sorry. I interrupted you all in this filthy outfit. I am not a ghost. I’ve been kidnapped and I’ve just escaped”

“What’s with the white gown?”
“I’m a runaway bride. Whoever you are, I can give you anything just please help me.”

Spencer stood up confidently and offered a handshake.

“Anything huh? We’ll deal with that later. I’m Spencer anyways.”

“I’m Mary. Thank you.”

“Okay. Kids, her name is Mary. She’s not a white lady. You may now get out from your tents freaks.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah!”

The nun suddenly woke up and saw the filthy lady. She took her in a nearby falls and let her bathe in there. They let her borrow a shirt and a pajama.

After a while, the lady gathered around the bonfire and confessed what happened to her lately.

They were all alarmed. The kids were then warned not to go everywhere else without accompaniment.

Sun rises. They all went back to the convent with the new lady in town, Mary. She was welcomed by the priest and the other nuns with hospitality.

She telephoned a friend to fetch her in the convent. After a small talk, Spencer freaked her out using his monster mask.

“Aaarrr!”

“Spencer! What do you want?!”

“I’m here with the deal. I just heard that you’ll leave sooner and later and-“

“Sorry Spence. I’m not making any deal anymore”

“I’m afraid you’ll be loosing your credit card then white lady.”

“Whaaaat!? How did you?!! Okay, fine. What’s the deal?”

“If only you’ll adopt me, it’ll be the only time that I’ll give back your worth-a-million credit carrrd”

“Huh?! I don’t wanna be your mom. Why do you want to be adopted? This place is cool and heavenly.”

“Ha-ha-ha. You’re joking. I don’t wanna be a priest. I want to be a rockstar. I want to breakfreeeee!”

“That’s it? I’ll find a solution with that. Just promise me that you’ll give back my card on-time. Deal?”

“D-E-A-L”

Hours passed and Mary’s friend fetched her. The kids bid goodbye while Spencer stared with a challenging eyes and smiles like an evil.

“The kids are in perfect colored portrait except with that guy”. Mary thought.

“It’s a new outbreak. It’s gonna be a new life”. Spencer thought.

As he expected in the next day, somebody else was attempting to adopt the troublemaker finally in the convent. Spencer was ready with his travel bag. The priest called him up in the office. He was shocked and a little bit happy. The lady who’s adopting him wasn’t Mary.

Happy because he has Mary’s credit card and there’s no way she’s getting it back.

“This card is mine.” He thought.

Leaving the convent was such a great celebration for the kids, nuns and the priest.

“Our God answered our prayers at last! Hallelujah!” a nun said.

While traveling, the lady saw Spencer smiling while looking outside the window. She has suddenly spoken to him.

“Well. Uhm. You know bro, it wasn’t really my idea adopting you. It was Mary’s. No one’s getting to be called a mom here. Still, you’re parentless. We’re half way near at her residence.”

Spencer who’s just smiling lately turned his face with a “Whaaat!” face.

“All right. We’re here. Get out of my car now pale undertaker. Just go and buzz that doorbell.”

Scared, Spencer left the car.

“Wait a minute! Are you shhh-“

The car just left him without any reply.

Facing a huge gate made him gulp and slowly pressed the buzzer.

The gate opened and a refreshing tulip garden welcomed him.

The place was so peaceful and refreshing. The house wasn’t that big. It’s just an ordinary house surrounded by lots of flowers. Still, it was a paradise for Spencer.

Meanwhile, Mary was sitting up in a branch of a tree slicing an apple. She wears a sunglass and a cool hat. She saw Spencer sneaking at the window and eventually whistled at him. Spencer turned around and saw her eating.

“Where’s my credit card black sparrow?”

“I’m afraid that sparrow won’t give it back to a crow.”

Fearless, Mary jumped down to the garden and attempted to strike a butterfly getting near Spencer’s shoulder.

“What the?! Are you trying to kill me?!”

“”That what’s supposed to happen to a stupid sparrow.”

Spencer sighed and handed over Mary’s card. Later, he was called inside the house and Mary showed his room. The bed was too soft as he lied down to it.

“Oh yeah. This is the life.”

“Life?  Let me introduce it to ‘ya. Tomorrow, you’ll be applying for a job.”

“Job? Like teneneeew! Rockstar?”

“More like working in a resto, freakshow!”

“No way.”

“Yes Way. You want a reward?”

“Duh. I’m not a kid catching holiday candies missy.”

“Oh! I’m too scared that Spencer boy’s not getting a studio room reward”

“Studio? Serious?!”

Mary showed another room. Spencer was amazed. He wants the studio. A perfect place for a band to rehearse and record music.

“You can only have this room’s key if and only if you got an upright J-O-B.”

“You evil. It’s on.”

That’s right! Another deal.

Everything’s going well just as Mary planned. She just resigned in the company and spends most her time hanging out with her friends. She’s taking her break. A vacation to kill her past.

One night, while Mary’s watching and drinking soda, Spencer just got home with a mask in his face. He took a seat next to Mary in a couch.

“What’s with the Jabawockee mask?”

He removed it and said,

“Black-eye”

Mary laughed and laughed until her stomach aches while Spencer just gone mad.

“Fine! That’s normal! I’ll be getting that studio and I guarantee-you-that!”

“You betcha Kung Fu Panda!” she chuckles.

His first day at a pizza restobar was painstaking. He was asked to serve three cold milkshakes but accidentally thrown it to a big fat man’s head. There he encountered a smash on his face revealing a bruised eye.

Second day. He was asked to cook a pizza but it was overcooked.

Third day. He was asked to do the soda thing but he broke the machine.

Fourth day. He was asked to wash the dishes but he almost cracked half of the plates and even glass cups.

Pity. No good salary for this unlucky Spence.

On his fifth day, he was reported to the manager’s office along with his pal Buch, the old bartender. He was about to be fired but he pleaded to take him as the new bartender in exchange of Buch’s resignation. The manager gave him a chance to show his ability for the said position.

He was indeed good in mixing liquors, spinning and throwing the bottles in the air. He passed and overwhelmed his co-crews. They clapped and want him back in the restobar. By that, he has his new schedule working during night time.

Finally, he got a real good job. He enjoys it much until he encountered a mysterious customer wearing a familiar hat. He ordered for a lemonade drink and just after drinking, he gave a key to Spencer that made him shock.

The customer was actually Mary.

Spencer just smiled upon receiving the payment. 

The two of them started to spend a good time except for those moments that Spencer teases and outwits her. So far, they were like Tom and Jerry. They live in the world of opposites. However, no matter how they fight and prank each other, they still have their nice behaviors for serious things.

During daytime, Spencer calls for a rehearsal with his bandmates who were service crews also in the same resto.

Night hours, it’s either they perform live in their restobar or serve the customers with pizzas, liquors or any food stuffs.

Spencer was like an animal hitting his drums. He shows his extraordinary exhibitions and entertains the people.

To the others, the band acts like a jerk but they’re still rockin’ hardcores which pave the restobar’s success of leveling it up to another famous restaurant, which was supposed to be owned by Mary’s hated groom, Fred.

He discovered Spencer and offered even bigger salary to him to transfer in his resto but he refused. Spencer knows about this guy. If he accepted the offer, Mary might pull him back to the convent. In addition, he doesn’t want to get separated with her. He got a feeling already to Mary.

Fred did everything to make Spencer to even turn around in his resto but still, not victorious. Early morn, he sent an invitation letter to represent their restobar in a celebration, a thing that Spencer can’t resist. He thought of a plan to make a little bigbang surprise to Fred. He called Mary to be her muse.

Late at night, Spencer drove off Mary’s car. She has no idea where he’s taking her. He just answered that it’s a celebration with wealthy people.

After a while, they took a stop in a mansion. Inside, the royal style outfits of the ladies and their escorts were as magnifique like kings and queens have. The tableclothings were as beautiful as braided hairs. The foods and wines were appetizing. Chandeliers were as bright as the stars hanging romantically in the ceiling. The whole place was such a kingdom for gods and goddesses who dance with the rhythm of strings, percussions and woodwinds.

The party begun when Fred started to walk downstairs in the grand staircase. Everybody witnessed his prince-like steps. He was wearing a sexy and hot tuxedo just as Spencer does.

Mary was shocked. Her eyes became bigger and her hands were shaking. Her heart beats faster and faster. She stepped behind and Spencer holds back her hand.

“Shows not yet over” He whispered.

“I told you about Fred. Why’d you bring me here?”

“For you to meet the avenger of your life. Watch and learn.”

“I am counting on you Spence.” She said nervously and gulped.

Fred shared a little remark with the representatives of different food chains and offered a toast for a friendly competition of business. He wasn’t expecting for a guest, Mary, who wears red dress and high heels. Her white legs and seducing shoulders prevailed. Unfortunately, the girl’s with Spencer who just saluted at him. He’s somewhat teasing this man. Fred was a little bit pissed. Jealousy, it was.

After a sumptuous dinner, Fred performed “Fur Elise” in the piano to let everybody watch his undeniable music talent. Everybody appreciated him. Now, he introduced Spencer in front of the people. He convinced him to play the electric guitar but Spencer’s thinking twice.


“As a respect for this formal and royal celebration, rockin’ the electric guitar might freak you out.”

The crowd laughed at Spencer’s reply. He added,

“My apologies. I’d rather make a drama with the piano.”

And the fraud whispering began. Fred was challenged. Mary wasn’t expecting that Spencer can do the piano.

With confidence, Spencer sat down and mildly touched the piano keys. He exhaled and positioned his fingers.

Fred asked him,

“What will you play bow-tied boy?” he chuckles.

“I’m so confused that a man underestimates a virtuoso.”

“Virtuoso huh.” He chuckled again.

Spencer showed a fake smile to Fred and leveled-up his voice for everyone to hear.

“This piece is dedicated to a special lady in red who’s with me. Her name is Mary Moon,”

Rumors began. They knew who she was in Fred’s past. However, Spencer took their attention just as he pressed the do-re-mi keys.

“Tonight, I’ll be showing you how classical music’s born. I hope you don’t mind. Croatian Rhapsody and the Flight of the Bumblebee!”

Some of the men mocked what he said. He’s not the person who say’s “Ladies and Gentlemen”. They can’t believe he can play the full-speed Flight of the Bumblebee. Fred was embarrassed. He only played Fur Elise lately and he’s being dumped by Spencer’s medley.

And there Spencer goes. He played the piano with his favorite piece. The violinists were familiar with the sound that they even joined him. It became like a short orchestral concert at the mansion.

People were stunned. They were starting to throw great compliments at him.

“This guy’s a real virtuoso! Look at his fingers. Epileptic. Superb.”

“Holy molly. He’s amusing. Outstanding.”

Spencer has gone mad. His eyes were too serious focusing at the piano keys. Sweat started to roll upon his forehead. He’s loosing his control of his fingers that it has its own nerve playing the notes right.

“He’s a bad boy serenade”

“He has stolen my heart”

Spencer finished it tinging the final key then he stood up like an angry victorious bird that can finally fly. The crowd applauded. They were impressed.

More and more beautiful ladies were attracted to Spencer. They thought he’s a jerk but he was not. They expected that they’ll be getting a chance to dance with this guy but he only offered his hand to Mary. Coincidence, Fred also asks this girl.

Mary’s indecisive facing these two guys. Is she taking Fred’s hand or Spencer’s? She gulped.

Stupid Spencer. He hates waiting so he just grabbed Mary all the way to the dancing crowd. Fred was left with a shocked face.

“What kind of a guy was he?! Reckless! Rude! Mean!” He madly thought.

Unfortunately, Spencer did grabbed Mary’s hand but he doesn’t even know how to dance. He was just simply cheating how others do the waltz. Mary can’t help her self laughing at Spencer. He oftentimes, steps on Mary’s sandals. Bumped at other couples and even lose a space. They just enjoyed every moment.

Suddenly, the music changed to a sweet one.

Confessions begun. The aura, blushing. They’re getting even more intact while dancing. Their eyes somewhat vivid trying to give a meaning. Foreheads getting closer and lips is what they’re seeing. Spencer’s smiling while Mary’s thoughtfully thumbing his hair. She was about to kiss him. A confirmation that she feels the same way too. Happy and weird Spencer. He twirled Mary.

“Why? You don’t want to be kissed by a crow?” she smiled.

“Because the sparrow must be the first one who makes the so-called move”

And they kissed.

Fred, on the other side, saw them with anger. His blood pressure increased. He’s totally pissed off. He attempted to punch Spencer but he hold back Mary and they stepped back. Fred just got a fight with the wrong person.

His humiliation made him leave the mansion in an early hour.

Spencer softly sang near Mary’s ear while they were staring at Fred’s departure walk.

“And that’s what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa whoa!”

 They both laughed then smiled again.

The celebration begun to be a party just as Spencer called his band and they’ve gone getting attention of the people. They jumped and jumped with the beat of the drums. They sang and danced. The crowd enjoyed it as well. A formal celebration to a rocking hysterical party.

The next day was a blur. Pizza restobar has been bought and the workers were forced to resign. Spencer just failed his game with Fred. Mary noticed his sad eyes. She made another shocking statement which cheered up Spencer. She has her own beach managed by her relatives. There she gathers the 35% percent of the investment that’s why even she’s sleeping, she can still make money. Spencer and his co-crews can’t believe this lady. They were automatically hired and they got their new boss, Mary Moon.

The beach was full of sexy bikini hot chicks and masculine surfers. Lots of coconut trees and rare plants. Water’s clean and blue just as the sky. The sand’s white and seashells are everywhere. The hotels were huge. The newly hired workers loved the place and they’re gratified to do their jobs in there. Every night, Spencer and his bandmates does a live performance. Numerous customers come and visit Mary’s paradise which dumped Fred’s resto and earned a shrinking investment. Moreover, he also lost Mary who got engaged with a rockstar.

Spencer was the mean but right guy who just said “I do. I do” to Mary’s successful wedding day. AT LAST. 

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