The Motor City
A Four Brothers fanfic.
Not complete.
He didn’t know when the flowers started to appear on the corner, he didn’t make a habit of looking at the place were his brother had died. It seemed like overnight flowers, candles and other things had started to pile up on the stained snow.
He asked Angel if he’d noticed the objects and his brother had looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"Are you the only person in the neighborhood who hasn’t seen those girls out there day and night?"
"What girls?"
"Groupies, Bobby. They were Jack’s"
"Jack had groupies?"
"Apparently a lot of them."
The eldest scoffed, "Jack and a lot of girls, that’s had to believe."
Angel shook his head, "Did you ever listen to the music he played? Some of those songs he wrote were the kind that makes girls throw themselves and their panties on stage."
"Yeah I listened to the junk he banged out on that guitar."
"But you didn’t hear the words, did you?"
"It’s not like he screamed the lyrics, you know." Bobby grumbled.
"Hardheaded and deaf when it came to our little brother, weren’t you?"
"Yeah, it’s too late to change that now isn’t it?"
"Turn on the CD player in the living room."
"Why?"
"There’s one of Jack’s CDs in it, you should listen to it."
Bobby raised an eyebrow, "Where’d you get on of his CDs?"
Angel snorted, "From the pile out there in the snow."
"You stole it."
"It’s not stealing, they left them there."
Bobby left Angel to his cooking and went into the living room, turned on the CD player and dropped into his favorite chair. The music was soft and low at first, a single guitar playing a gentle melody that slowly built into a raging storm of chords, joined by another guitar and drums. It surprised him that Jack sang the blues so well.
The voice that he recognized as his little brother’s was warm and full as it poured from the speakers. He had to concentrate on the words; the instruments sometimes overshadowed the voice.
When the sun is goin’ down
And there is no place to hide
Even in the brightest light
You might lean toward the darker side
Not complete.
He didn’t know when the flowers started to appear on the corner, he didn’t make a habit of looking at the place were his brother had died. It seemed like overnight flowers, candles and other things had started to pile up on the stained snow.
He asked Angel if he’d noticed the objects and his brother had looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"Are you the only person in the neighborhood who hasn’t seen those girls out there day and night?"
"What girls?"
"Groupies, Bobby. They were Jack’s"
"Jack had groupies?"
"Apparently a lot of them."
The eldest scoffed, "Jack and a lot of girls, that’s had to believe."
Angel shook his head, "Did you ever listen to the music he played? Some of those songs he wrote were the kind that makes girls throw themselves and their panties on stage."
"Yeah I listened to the junk he banged out on that guitar."
"But you didn’t hear the words, did you?"
"It’s not like he screamed the lyrics, you know." Bobby grumbled.
"Hardheaded and deaf when it came to our little brother, weren’t you?"
"Yeah, it’s too late to change that now isn’t it?"
"Turn on the CD player in the living room."
"Why?"
"There’s one of Jack’s CDs in it, you should listen to it."
Bobby raised an eyebrow, "Where’d you get on of his CDs?"
Angel snorted, "From the pile out there in the snow."
"You stole it."
"It’s not stealing, they left them there."
Bobby left Angel to his cooking and went into the living room, turned on the CD player and dropped into his favorite chair. The music was soft and low at first, a single guitar playing a gentle melody that slowly built into a raging storm of chords, joined by another guitar and drums. It surprised him that Jack sang the blues so well.
The voice that he recognized as his little brother’s was warm and full as it poured from the speakers. He had to concentrate on the words; the instruments sometimes overshadowed the voice.
When the sun is goin’ down
And there is no place to hide
Even in the brightest light
You might lean toward the darker side