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Eyes On The Highway

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On a rather cold but sunny day in early December, a car drove at a leisurely pace down a country lane. The car driver, a certain Robert Peter Williams, enjoyed the snow-covered and glittering world of England - which passed him by. He was not in a hurry. As his father's son and business partner in a huge workshop chain, he had some privileges that allowed him to just take things as he pleased. Robert had a really nice life and he really could not complain. Thanks to his big sister - who had paved his way for him - he had never been in big trouble. So he really had everything he could wish for. A family which invariably behind him and was an important part of his life for him. Good friends who were always there for him and with whom he could have fun without end. No financial worries, which he sometimes begrudge. Only in love alone, he had never really found the very good luck and the right person with whom he wanted to lead a common life for all time.

 

With his eyes on the cleared road and lost in his thoughts, he eventually noticed a broken-down car in which a man was annoyed by his situation and in the process desperately kicked one of the tires. After driving past it and looking for a moment at its slightly bluish face, he drove to the side and stopped after a few meters. No sooner had he got out of his warm car than he was struck by an icy, cold breeze from one second to the other, and he began to shiver. By feeling, it was much colder than it had his temperature display in the car earlier indicated. So he was the beached motorist now even more sorry. To be exposed to such a cold was really absolute hardship. No. He didn’t wish that to anyone. Not even his worst enemy.

"Hey. Can I possibly help you?" Robert asked immediately and looked at the guy in front of him once from top to bottom.

Judging by his outward appearance, it was absolutely impossible for him to counteract the cold. The jacket he was wearing was clearly too thin and totally unsuitable for the cold season. Even the sweater flashing underneath made no warm impression on him either. By all appearances, he did not have the financial means to get something new.

 

When the needy man turned and revealed his face to the fullest extent - eyeing him more than critically, Robert thought he could already read his mind. That he is a pampered snob and who knows what else imagined. But he was not one. Although he came from a very good home and enjoyed a fairly relaxed life, he was also aware that there were also people who were not as lucky as he was.

"Thanks. But I doubt you can handle a screwdriver. Not to mention that you are familiar with cars." Robert was not taken too seriously by this and although he sounded a little rude, had his counterpart but a very warm and pleasant voice.

One that’s immediately hit him in the heart with his good looks. Wow. He had never faced anyone like him who had such an effect on him. Immediately, a feeling arose inside him that he had never felt before. It was just overwhelming, whereupon he experienced a warm shower and thus forgot any cold. Despite the short distance between them, he was somehow magically attracted to his charisma. ...like the moths to the light.

 

After he had covered the last few meters and stood shortly before the open hood, Robert let him know that he really had this knowledge: "Well. I really have. My father owns a large chain of workshops and before we became partners, I rattled myself in the workshop. So…"
"Really? ...I mean, you do not make that impression."
"That's what many say you're not the only one." Robert gave a quick look into the engine compartment and finally gave the stranger a restorative and warm smile.
"I'm sorry I just turned you on so harshly. That wasn’t my intention. The freezing cold and this damned scrap cart still drive me crazy. All the time this box causes me any problems and I don’t have the necessary change for a repair."
"It's okay. I can understand. In the last few days it has become really cold and it looks like this cold has finally put the rest of your car down. By the way, I'm Robert. But just call me Rob or Robbie from me."
"I'm Gary and you want to tell me that my car is useless now?" The stranger named Gary introduced himself and just heard from what he said that it had been his car once and for all was.
"I'll put it this way; he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. You can only pull a white sheet over the piggery. I'm sorry." Robbie had to bring this bad and damning message to Gary with a heavy heart.
"That cannot be true. ...That's a fucking shit! ...How am I supposed to get to Ashbourne now?"
"You still have to go to Ashbourne today? That's still a decent and long distance from here. Especially when the car starts to strike."
"I know. But if I'm not there by no later in this evening, I can fold my fee and may have to pay if I do not show up there. ...And I need the money more than urgently." Gary complained in a small voice his eternal suffering.

Gary really felt like crying. Having to be on the move, travelling from place to place, pub to pub all over England, was not exactly what he had dreamed of. Okay. Basically, he already did what he did best and thus made up half of his dream. Being on a stage and bringing people his music to close. But most bar owners, who accepted his requests for a small performance, wanted to hear from him only more well-known pieces and then he played only instrumental. ...And yet Gary just wanted to show what was in him. But sadly, hardly anyone wanted to hear that until right. Still convinced of his own talents, he was not discouraged by this fact and still hoped that one day the tide would turn and he could live on the music without having to spend a penny several times a day.

 

As Gary slapped his hands on his face, trying to conceal his frustration, Robbie watched him closely. For a moment Robbie even thought he heard a soft sob, which made him feel deeply compassionate. This Gary looked very nice and, despite her first encounter, seemed to have a good core. Aside from that, he had a charisma that fascinated and intrigued him more than anything else, and he instantly felt the urge to send him good things. That he would give him a very helpful hand on this icy cold and fateful day, lacking any mobility. With the warm feeling of doing something good, Robbie also developed an idea that could still save Gary's day.

 

"I have an idea and since you have no choice but to trust me, I would say, I drive you first to our nearest pinnacle. While we wait for the guys to try to get your car there as fast as they can and the few good parts - which may still be needed and thus expand - you can really warm up. As soon as your car has been exploited, we will make you an offer and you will get some money for the removed parts. ...After that I will personally make sure that you come to Ashbourne."

No sooner had Robbie made this unbelievable suggestion than he really wanted to do anything imaginable for his own person just to make sure he arrived at his destination in time, Gary brought his hands down again and stared at this Robert with wide eyes. He was completely speechless. Was that his absolute seriousness? Robbie wanted to help him in all seriousness so that he found himself at the end of the day still in Ashbourne and incidentally came to extra money? Why did he do that? What did he have to fall asleep with the overwhelming feeling of doing Good except late at night?

Gary didn’t understand. Besides, they did not even know each other.

When Gary regained his language, he somehow tried to express himself in words and expressed his own bewilderment and surprise in a trembling voice: "Are you serious? You ...you really want to do it all for me? Please don’t get me wrong now, but ...but... but why are you doing this? I mean ...we do not even know each other. Especially since you've got something better to do than help me."
"Even if I come from a very good home that does not mean that I am some spoiled guy who imagines who knows what and brags about only with his money. I really am not one of those. In the pinnacle, where we will be soon, one of my best friends I have met in about the same way as I know you now and you can ask him for yourself. In addition, I have a small weakness for stranded motorists and thus really help very much. ...And on the other hand, you should get out of this cold as soon as possible. You already have a slightly bluish complexion and leaving you here while the next village is only five to six miles away from here, I feel irresponsible. …Come. Let me do something good for you. I really just want to help you."
"All right then. Of course I will gladly accept your help. Heaven really sends you. I hope I can return the favour."
"You can. If we're in Ashbourne tonight, you can give me a beer." Robbie smiled at him with a wink, not really wanting much from Gary, just scratching the surface of his soon-to-be-refreshed finances.
"After all you want to do for me, do you just want a beer at the end of me? You are really more than incredible. I've never met someone like you. You'll get your beer, but if it's in an XXL glass."
"Whatever do you want, but now we should really see that you come out from this cold."

Gary nodded once to Robbie then went to the trunk and got his things out. Since he didn’t have much luggage, the move took only a few minutes with the active help of Robbie. After everything had been repackaged and Gary had solved the handbrake in the car, he was already sitting on Robbie's passenger seat and let him drive to one of his pinnacles.

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On the way to one of the pinnacles that belonged to the family business Robbie’s, Gary told his savior, with what he earned his bread and that he had spent his money after a few days to the last cent. What he got as a gage in the pubs was just not much, but it was usually enough to organize his life somehow. But every time his car caused him problems that usually meant for Gary that he had to cancel an appearance at the end. As a result, not only did he run out of money twice, but in addition he was sometimes given difficulties by the bar owners. So it had happened before that he was beaten by one of his creditors and in the end had to give something in return that had a certain value. In short, Gary led a life that Robbie had not expected. It was a constant give and take, with Gary always losing out in the end.

When Robbie wanted to ask him how it looked at his marital status, he turned on a huge area. They had already made the way to this point. Now only Gary's car had to be brought here as soon as possible, so that some of the still well-functioning parts could be expanded and Gary at least got some money from it. No sooner had the two dropped out, even a tall man came up to their and greeted Robbie from afar, very happy and with a big smile.

"Hey Rob. Haven’t seen you again, buddy. I've already heard you coming from your engine. What drives you here?"
"That's him. The one I had helped with a car breakdown. So I mean you have to ask him, if you still think I'm something of a spoiled snob." At the same time, Robbie let Gary know that this was the guy he once helped out of a crappy situation and thus his story and then called out to this one, "Still have good ears and yes, it's been way too long since we last saw each other. ...Anyway. Tell Howard, can you do me a favour?"
"Sure. What is it about?"
"Well. My new friend here and I fight something against time. His car broke through the sound barrier on the highway at an approximate distance of five to six miles, and thus went knock-out. Could you maybe pick it up with one of your guys and do an organ donation?"
"Your car has been left in this freezing cold? That's really hard and I'm really sorry for you. But you really cannot ask for better than getting help from Rob. Even if you don’t look at it at first glance, but he has a heart of gold ...and I need to know it the best.", Said Howard Gary his condolences and let him know incidentally that he could not help any better, whereupon he turned back to Robbie, "Speaking of what do you mean that with the organ donation?"
"You can always use spare parts and since I had imagined that you develop the good and still usable parts to buy it then afterwards. Gary really needs more than bad money and he has to be in Ashbourne this evening, so we're under some time pressure."
"Ashbourne? Uhh. That's a hell of a long way ...and since you just said We, I suppose you want to take him there personally."
"I agree. How is it looking? Can you get his car here in record time?"
"I guess so. We get that somehow. ...If we start right now." Nodded Howard Robbie and on the last sentence, he immediately disappeared in the direction from which he had come, thus initiating the further assistance Garys.

 

As this Howard and a few other people got to work or prepare, Robbie Gary first served a hot cup of coffee. Only after Gary had the third cup in, he felt a little better and this Antarctic cold vanished from his body noticeably. So he sat now with his fourth cup - which he held with both hands and a large blanket around his shoulders, on a couch, watching as Robbie searched for something specific in a box that had been brought out. At some point his face lit up, apparently he had finally found what he was looking for.

"I have something here that you could very well use. ...You can have and keep it. Because what you're wearing doesn’t really keep you warm." Robbie finally grinned at Gary and then showed him what he simply wanted to pass on to Gary.

It was a dark blue and quite thick sweater with hood, where’s the logo of the workshop chain and at the back only the name on it were embroidered. Gary looked at him suspiciously and did not quite know what to do with it. Did Robbie just want to twist the comforting warm radiator on top to advertise his business? On the one hand, he had no great desire to, but on the other hand, he was already looking for something warmer clothes and especially around his chest. The only thing he had in that direction was a decades-old knit sweater, which he once got from her mother for his last Christmas. Although it dissolved slowly in all the individual threads and was meanwhile a bit too small, but he was too attached to it to separate from it. He couldn’t easily bring that over his heart. All the good memories that lay in it were invaluable to Gary, and so this pullover was considered the highest good he still possessed of his parents. With the thoughts of his parents tragically lost at the age of fifteen, he visibly sank down and a single tear rolled down his cheek inexorably.

When Robbie saw the sudden change of his counterpart, he instantly felt that he wasn’t entirely innocent of the picture. Something he must have said or done wrong, which he had apparently hit a sore spot with Gary. With a very bad conscience, he sat down to Gary on the couch and immediately tried to iron his mistake again. Even though he barely knew the man next to him, a voice told him that Gary was one of those people who wanted to be hugged, so Robbie made a cautious attempt. It could not go more than wrong. So he put an arm around his shoulders and gave him the warm feeling of sincere sympathy. For a brief moment, Gary winced at the half-hug, but he let it happen. It looked like Gary was a solid man. One who truly appreciated a well-meant and comforting hug. Gary also showed this to him by allowing another tear and immediately wiping it off with his right hand back, sobbing slightly.

"Thank you. Whoever has you as a friend can be really lucky." Gary thanked after a minute of silence - in a thin voice that his rescuer in need had lent him a comforting warm shoulder.
"Not for that and I'm sure that's the same for you. As I judge you, you would certainly do anything for your friends."
"Would I ...if I had some."
"You really have no friends?"
"How am I supposed to have some? I'm in a different place every day to somehow keep my life on the right track and there isn’t even time for me to make any friends and I do not have a cell phone. ...And besides, I am used to being alone. I've been living like this since I was fifteen. I don’t know anything else."
"With fifteen? What ...what happened?" Robbie asked cautiously how his current life circumstances came about.

When asked, Gary Robbie gave a slightly thoughtful look that reflected in his blue-green eyes a sparkle of scepticism and a slight sadness in one. Should Gary it told him or not? While he was struggling to reveal his past, which obviously hurt the budding singer more than anything else, he finally got to hear from Robbie that he did not have to tell him if he didn’t want it. So Gary nodded his thanks gratefully once and then still wrapped himself in this regard rather in silence.

 

After about an hour or so that Howard looked back at Gary and Robbie and let them know that all the work was done. That in the workshop was only a no longer usable car and thus was partially cleared out. Whereupon Gary, after a short speech held about two or three hundred pounds in his hands. He couldn’t get more due to the few useful spare parts and the already deducted deductions due to heavy use. But at least it was a good start and Gary could really be glad, that he was holding a couple of hundred in his hands. Moreover, it was also much more than what he otherwise could earn. Even though he had money again now and Robbie agreed to drive him to Ashbourne, there was another problem. Because once he was at his destination, how should it continue from there? He no longer owned a car and so lacked any kind of mobility. He could no longer drive from place to place. Okay. There were other possibilities, such as bus, train or, if necessary, even a taxi, but in the end he would be back empty-handed and probably faster than expected. Whereby Gary had to worry about how and where he spent the nights. Although it sometimes happened that in the end he had a few more pennies left and thus could nest for a night in a motel, but that was really only rarely. So he had no other choice than to enter a symbiotic life with a motor vehicle, while he had spent many nights. With the loss of his most eternal and most loyal companion, Gary had to come up with something new. Only he had not the slightest idea what he should do now.

As Gary felt his eyes slowly fill with water and make him cry, the singer suddenly realized that his so-called life was coming to an end. Without a car, which he had regarded as a kind of home, his life was worth half as much. Now Gary felt even more like a homeless man. So he also came up with the question of whether it made any sense to continue his previous life. As soon as he probably completed his last appearance in Ashbourne this evening, everything will change. Nothing is going to be the way it used to be and that's what scared him. ...It was over.

With all these thoughts, Gary suddenly fled and ran out into the cold to freeze all the emotions from the icy temperatures. He did well not to feel it anymore. In addition, he needed some distance from the two men, who wanted to meet and help him. After all, he also had his pride and couldn’t break down emotionally in front of any strangers. No. That was one of the reasons why he didn’t want to talk to Robbie about the circumstances of his fate. Even though he had given him a warm and comforting shoulder to lean on, he would still never be able to relate to what he had to live through, once and now. For one thing, he'd love to make friends with Robbie, because he was really the kind of friend he'd always wanted, but then he did not fit into his world. Not with how he led his present and future life, and certainly not with what he had once done.

So, with tears in his eyes, Gary now stood across the street from the workshop site looking into a snow-covered world that had nothing left for him. While everything around him looked so peaceful, he fell more and more in a state of absolute resignation, feeling an inner emptiness that completely filled him and immediately forced him to his knees. Shortly after he came in contact with the cold and wet snow, his tears didn’t keep him waiting any longer and flowed over his face like the torrents. He just could not anymore. Everything he had spent most of his life was now too much for him. But the thought of the future, now brought the already overcrowded cask finally overflowing. With the knowledge that he is going to lose everything after tonight and his hands on his tearful eyes, Gary somehow tried to curb these two falls. Of course he did not succeed. ...It just happened too much.

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After what felt like an eternity, which in reality was about ten to fifteen minutes, Robbie had come to Gary's side and gently placed a blanket around his shoulder. At first, Gary didn’t respond to this warming gesture, but when Robbie quietly said that the cold wasn’t good for him and he was about to get out of it, the singer finally let himself be helped up with reservations. In addition, the larger was also the opinion that they should also go more than finally on the way to Ashbourne. Whereupon Gary just said with a small voice, that it no longer made any sense anyway and he did not necessarily have to be there. Robbie, however, had a different opinion and just wanted to get on the street. So that Gary finally arrived at his chosen destination and could earn his well-earned money. He knew he needed it, so he could not stand by and watch Gary manoeuvre himself into a one-way street. No. So he lead him to his car, which Robbie had already driven up and let his new little friend on the passenger side. After locking himself behind the wheel and giving Gary a coffee-to-go, it was already heading for Ashbourne.

While driving, Robbie tried to find out more about Gary, but ever since he had made a sore spot on the sweater, he kept quieting himself and dealt with his answers rather sparingly. With the onward thought that Gary had a fateful past, formed him into the man he was today, Robbie kept glancing stealthily and slightly worriedly at his seat neighbour. For one thing, he was really sorry he had hurt Gary unintentionally, and for another, Robbie couldn’t escape his attraction easily. This Gary fascinated him as never before. At some point he tried to lure him out of the reserve by putting a comforting hand on his right leg and daring to sincerely apologize. That he did not want to kick him too close, nor inflict any kind of pain. While he reached Gary's fullest attention, but except for an "I know" and an uncertain look on his hand, nothing came out of him. Even during the rest of the journey, he remained relatively calm in relation to the previous and substantially shorter route to the workshop. Most of the time, Gary stared out the side window, seeming to be deep in his thoughts. With this not very easy tension between the two, Robbie then left him alone and made himself in this regard his thoughts. ...How it went with Gary after his performance today and if there was not a possibility for a better life there.

 

Several hours had passed since their departure until the two finally arrived in Ashbourne. In front of the pub where Gary had his small appearance, Robbie dismissed his passenger for the first time and then looked for a parking space. After finding one, he made one or two quick calls and immediately headed for the pub with the oncoming cold. It was really freezing and so he thought it was getting colder than it had been this morning. As soon as Robbie found himself inside and rubbing his hands, the biting smell of the alcohol in his nose immediately made him welcome. Whereupon his wandering gaze slid straight through the dimly lit room, searching for a familiar face. When he found him at the other end and in the darkest corner where he set up his keyboard, Robbie immediately and without hesitation approached him. The moment he was only a few steps away from him, he thought he could read a deep disappointment in his slightly turned face.

"Gary? ...Hey. What is wrong with you? What happened?" For once, Robbie could not help but ask Gary what he had.

The fact that he had not asked further about the trip here had, from Robbie's point of view, been a very different situation than the one at the moment. While Gary seemed to him more than sad and thoughtful in the last few hours, his face reflected the traits of a budding and exceedingly satisfying disappointment. But instead of giving him an answer, Gary Robbie presented only a sheet of paper on it, what and above all, how he had to play the specified pieces of music and that without singing. It was really hard to tell him how he should play the given music. Any other musician would feel humiliated by this and not even want to pursue this demand in the least. Since Gary was dependent on the money, he had no choice but to get involved. That's how Robbie Gary understood well that it was like a slap in the face ...and he had so hoped to hear him singing tonight.

With this forgiven hope, he looked at the smaller compassionately and didn’t know at first what he could do for him. So Robbie then suggested something awkwardly, that he could bring him to cheer up but at least a beer and thus spend. But if that did anything at all, Gary doubted. What Robbie thought was that they should try. With that in mind, Robbie headed straight for the bar to get some alcohol.

 

Arriving at the bar, Robbie ordered two beers and while the barman was ordering, his gaze glanced over to Gary and then sought the conversation with his counterpart.

"I see you have live music tonight."
"Um. ...Yes. Sometimes I get requests from some unknown artists, if they are not allowed to play here for a small amount of money." At first the barman responded to Robbie's conversation with some restraint.
"For little money? May I ask how much is little money for you?"
"That's none of your business. I pay what I think is appropriate and right. Just that, what I just can do without and not anymore. ...Here's your beer. Sixty pounds!"
"You want sixty pounds for the two beers?"
"No. That's what he gets from me. For the two beers, I get seven pounds from you."
"Only sixty pounds? That's almost half of what he gets like that!" Suddenly another man sitting next to Robbie intervened in this conversation.
"Yes. You don’t know what he's up to for a living. He depends on the money. He...", Robbie agreed with his seat neighbour in his horror without thinking, until he suddenly interrupted himself and immediately turned to the smaller man next to his own person, "Just a moment, how do you know that? I mean ...do you know each other?"
"No. I'm just a little fan and try as far as I can to follow him. Just to hear him sing again. I've never heard anyone like him singing in my life. His voice is so beautifully warm that I get goose bumps every time. ...But he never appears twice in one place, and I've noticed that he can really feel sorry for you. He lives in his car and sleeps in it. As far as I know, he spends most of his money mainly on the car and his debts. Apart from, of course, food, waters and occasional visits a laundry. ...Usually he gets around a hundred, and if he's lucky, up to a hundred and thirty pounds. In that sense, these sixty are an absolute impudence and a completely unfair payment." The man comes out himself as a true fan and could even give Robbie some more information about Gary he didn’t know until now.
Since the man had emphasized the last sentence and had turned to the barman, the last one brought in again and countered: "First, that here is my pub and there I determine how much I money for a so-called and self-proclaimed Musician spent. Today, almost every hillbilly can sing with auto-tuning. And secondly, just as he looks like one of those overbearing workshops in his high-quality advertising pullover, I can hardly believe your story."
"He got it from me, and when you start talking badly about my company, I'll soon string up other strings. Although I could beat you for this outrageous and brazen list of what and how in which way he should Play. What you do to him is a humiliation at the highest level. Do you even know what he's feeling right now? He would like to disappear right away and give up the money. But since he needs more than urgently the money, he stays and let go of this humiliation. I don’t know his qualities as a musician yet, but if I were you, I'd make that goddamn list change quickly and give him a chance. As far as I got to know him today, he is a decent, self-confident and sensitive guy who has finally earned some luck in his life. You don’t even know what he's going through and how he's got his ..." Robbie became more and more furious and casually tried to make it clear to the owner that his new little friend – hopefully, deserved a little more respect.
"It's good. Relax dude. I understand what you want to tell me. He should get his chance, but only on the condition that he reproduces at least half of the given songs as it is on the list." The bartender couldn’t stand Robbie's speech any longer and thus gave his okay that Gary after the half what was allowed to play his own stuff.
"Why not just like that?" Robbie then spoke slightly derogatory and then turned away from the barman with these words.

 

Robbie was always upset about such people. At first, such others ran over the cliff, only throwing a rescue rope at them when the very last second was counted. No. Such behaviour like this was really repugnant to him and under all dignity. Especially when it concerned such people as Gary was. Shaking his head, he showed his back to the barman until he was then approached by the one man next to him.

"Then ... then you're the junior boss, Robert Williams?"

Robbie nodded once briefly.

"You are really the way I heard it."
"Fizzy and moody?"
"One who knows what he wants and whose heart is in the right place. ...May I ask how you met him?"
"Rob. Just call me Rob. I'm also just a person who wants to keep his life as simple as possible." Robbie let the smaller one know that he was human like everyone else - whereupon he introduced himself as Mark and let him know how he met Gary, "Gary's car pulled the emergency brake once and for all this morning and is now in the grave with all four tires. And since I have a heart for stranded motorists, I just had to help him and especially in this freezing cold. Then I took him to our nearest pinnacle and there he told me that he was already on his own when he was fifteen years old and has been living this life ever since."
"Already at fifteen and ...he doesn’t have a car anymore? ...God. I wish I could help him somehow, but I do not know how."
"Yes, unfortunately. ...I was so free to drive him here and on the way I wondered how best to help him. I have an idea, but whether it works depends on several factors."
"And what did you think of?" Mark wanted to know more.

Robbie glanced over at Gary, moved closer to Mark, and whispered his plan to him. A plan he had put into action earlier with his phone calls. After Robbie told Mark about his plan, he took the two beers and went back to Gary's side.

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"Here. Your promised beer." Robbie finally returned to Gary's side, holding him down with a glass of beer.

Gary looked at Robbie, as well as the beer held up to him a bit surprised. Somehow he had not expected it. Neither Robbie nor was there, as well as the previously awarded beer. He had seriously thought that his counterpart had already disappeared after more than five or almost ten minutes. Back to where his own little family was waiting for him. Robbie had to have one, so Gary was more than absolutely sure. With his open nature, a very great character and indescribably good looks, it was certainly easy for him to turn the world of women's heads. Gary immediately believed that Robbie had a heart for stranded drivers, and yet he wondered why this damn handsome guy was still here. He certainly had better things to do than listen to music that was not even his own.

"I thought I should give you one and not the other way around." Gary finally tried not to seem too surprised.
"Yes, and exactly when I really need it and since you need one right now, it's up to me."
"Why ...why are you doing that everything for me?"
"I’ve told you. ...I have a heart for stranded motorists."
"No. I mean, ...giving me money and driving me here. The beer."
"I just want to help you."
"Nobody can help me. Okay? Not even you!" Gary said the pure bitterness and then turned away from Robbie, "And now leave me alone. I have to do my job. ...just leave."

No sooner had Gary Robbie given up, did he regret his words. But he had to do it. He had no choice. It was better for Robbie and his family. Even though it hurt his heart, Gary had to finish it now, hoping that Robbie would disappear from his life as fast as possible. ...Although he didn’t want that.

 

After Gary had thrown those words in his face and turned his back coldly, Robbie looked at him confused, wondering what that meant. After all, Gary had been more than willing to help, so why did not he want that all of a sudden? He had his help more than needed. Robbie didn’t understand. But since Gary could not get over his head, he couldn’t let him go so easily without knowing that he was feeling well. He definitely deserved more luck than he would allow for himself. So he turned off Gary's beer glass and glanced at his song list to know - when half was over. Then he took the list, folded it all the way to the middle, and, clearing his throat aloud, ripped off the lower half with the last songs. Finally, he wrote down three short lines on the back with his corporate pen.

- From now on you can play what you want!! I talked to the barman and he gives you permission. Replace the last songs with your own music and take your chance. -

With the demolished half, Robbie finally returned to the bar and resumed his previously seat next to this really nice Mark.

 

When music came from the other side shortly thereafter, only a few of the visitors to the bar gazed briefly at Gary, but after less than ten seconds everyone turned back to their dialogue partner. Nobody really wanted to listen to him. Even Mark did not know what to think of the music Gary was playing and somehow understood why nobody listened to him. Somehow it was a strange mix of two different styles of music that did not match at all. Okay. Music would not be music if you combine certain genres and may well work, but then it should sound like something. But in that case it did not. But in that case it did not. Likewise, one could actually see Gary that he did not even like it. With each further song he then played in, the more his face showed his displeasure and pain in one.

After Gary finally got half over, he looked again at the note with the given songs, what and how he should play them. But he noticed that exactly at this point and thus the lower half of the leaf was demolished. Shortly after, when he saw Robbie's message, he almost caught his breath, staring completely speechless at the lines. That what he read there could not possibly be true, so Gary immediately looked with an incredulous look for the person to whom he had much to thank today. At first he couldn’t spot Robbie, but the moment a man sat down at the bar, he saw him already. So he noticed how Robbie exchanged a few words with the one man who was just standing in front of him and the one beside him - who had seen Gary a few times before. But then Robbie grabbed his beer glass and toasted him from a distance, nodding. This one gesture showed Gary that Robbie's message was quite serious. In response to this realization, he finally reached for his own and still full beer glass and toasted him also, with a very grateful look. Whereupon he took a strong sip immediately afterwards.

Before Gary devoted himself to his own music, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then he started with a song that meant a lot to him and was dedicated to his parents. So this also had a more than matching title, "Nobody Else". No sooner did Gary bring something simple and the ever-popular "Oh. Yeah. Yeah." over his thin lips, some visitors to the bar got the interest back. But when he finally began to sing properly, it suddenly became quiet in the whole bar. Each guest stared as if spellbound at this unknown singer, who captivated them all with his warm and more than beautiful voice.

 

At the other end of the bar, Robbie could not keep his eyes and ears away from Gary. As he listened to the velvet-soft voice - which Robbie had ever heard-he glanced at his little protégé, then glimpsed Gary's warm aura again ... and felt. Along with the already felt hundredth chill that ran over his back within a few seconds, he experienced an incredibly warmth that rose more and more in him. This combination made him feel more than just a never-ending tingle in his stomach. Now it really had happened to him.

"Oh my God. ...What creature of the heavens did I cross my path?" Robbie said at some point.
"Wow. I have to have him!" Robbie's new seat neighbor could no longer hold back for a comment on his part.
"What have I said to you?" Mark pointed out, as a single tear rolled down his cheek and without once averting his gaze from Gary.

The moment Gary finished the last note it was unusually quiet for a bar. Nobody even dared even applaud. Even the barman had meanwhile ceased his work and so not even came from him any disturbing noises that was otherwise so common for a bar. But Gary did not even get that started. With eyes closed and immersed in his own world, Gary focused on the music. His music. Which’s meaning’s more to him than anything else. As Gary's music was one of his most intense and emotional connections, he didn’t wait long to tune in to the next song. However, the second, which apparently bore the title "Another Crack In My Heart", was the first in absolute beauty and was sung with so much feeling that all dams broke, that no eye remained dry. Those who were spared with a dry eye, the dams were now broken. However, with the next song, "Said It All", all the tears were forgotten for about three to four minutes, but only one remained. At least until Gary sings that he wanted something good back in his life, "Back For Good." But because of his "Flaws" that will never happen, ...he could have as much "Patience" as he wanted.

 

After every song Gary sang in the nearly half-hour, Robbie lost himself more and more in one of the most beautiful worlds he had ever seen. A world ruled by a sweet melody and gentle voice. But this beautiful world also had a dark and sad side that hit Robbie right in the heart. The story that hid behind all these songs left a very bland taste and drove him the thickest tears in the eyes he had ever cried. But when Gary performed his last song, Robbie didn’t know how to help himself and started to cry. Those lines, and just because of the title - "I'd Wait For Life," finally gave him the rest. The whole and this not-so-simple life story Gary had sung tonight and obviously had to live through, brought him truly to his limit. But Robbie had already exceeded these and more than clearly. He'd love to run over to Gary right now and give him an Everything-Will-Be-Good-Again hug. To tell him that there was a very rewarding life out there and willing to connect with him for all time. Gary just had to open the door and give life a second chance.

But at the moment Robbie did not feel able to do that and had to find a way for his own person to get back on track. What Gary had done and triggered in him had never happened to him before. He now felt that inner turmoil Gary had in himself. All his pain was now His. That did not ask him any more questions why Gary tried so hard to stay strong and not let anything get in his way. But in his presence, he had not quite succeeded two or three times. Apparently, the loss of his most faithful companion had taken him more than Robbie had initially thought. Only when Mark told him that Gary was dependent on his car and thus significantly influenced his future life, Robbie was confirmed with his assumption and felt really bad since then. This whole situation wasn’t easy for both.

After the last sound came over Gary's lips and he had played the last chord, it remained silent for a moment until the entire bar suddenly applauded the unknown singer for his more than unbelievable performance. At this momentary shift from absolute silence to polyphonic gossip, Gary was startled and looked confused. Did all the people here really want him? After all, he rarely got applause and if so, only a few. As a result, this gigantic appreciation of his abilities towards him slowly grew over his head and therefore didn’t know how to react to it. Although it felt more than good and the endorphins were going through with him like the wildest horses, he was dizzy from this unexpected success. With his previous appearances he was always able to gain a few listeners, but that he really got attention from everyone present this time had never happened to him. Before Gary was aware of his seven senses and did not want to turn his world anymore, one of them even had an encore. Gary looked over at that one person sitting at the bar then let his gaze wander to the adjacent Robbie. He nodded shortly afterwards with a charming and sugar sweet smile from a distance. That he was still there and had not fled after his first song made Gary's heart jump a little and gave him an extra good feeling. Who had Robbie as a friend, could truly be lucky. But this luck will never happen to him. Why should it? For that they lived in different worlds. With these thoughts he knew then also which song he could take as an encore. ..."Rule The World".

No sooner had the last song of the evening ended, Gary got thunderous applause again this time apparently no end. Since he had not even experienced anything like that before, Gary was more than overwhelmed by all this and even felt a little embarrassed and ashamed at the same time. After all, just a part of his so-called life had just revealed. So he finally brought a shy "Thank you" over his thin lips. But that was not exactly so full of self-confidence. Somehow, however, it was also apparent to him that he hadn’t expected such a reaction of the bar visitors in the least. When Gary saw Robbie beckoning him over to him with a simple hand gesture, he took his glass of beer and walked to the bar with several eyes fixed on him.