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The Asian Chick in the Wheelchair Chapter 2

dandalk on Teen Stories

The next day, Mrs. Hamada went out around noon to run some errands. Mike drove up just a few minutes later. Jessica had been practicing quietly when she heard the knock. She hastily took the guitar off of her shoulder and slid into her wheelchair. She had to then turn it before pushing the wheels as fast as she could out to the front room. "I'm coming!" she shouted. She opened the door and welcomed Mike into her arms. They went into her bedroom and when he asked how she was doing, she told him she had started her period. "That sucks," Mike sympathized. "Yeah, the cramps aren't very much fun and I feel gross because I'm a little bloated." "So you're probably not really up for hanging out today then, right?" he asked glumly. "To be honest, not really." She became nervous because she didn't want to make him mad. "That's cool," he conceded.

He got up from her bed, where he had been sitting and she thought he was going to leave. Instead, he went over to her computer, which she habitually left on, and began typing in a URL. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Wait just a minute, ip," he ordered. Then he turned to her and inquired, "so are you into this stuff?" He turned the monitor so she could get a full on view from where she sat. It took her a couple of seconds for her brain to register, but on the screen were pictures of Asian women wrapped to various degrees in rope and restrained. She quickly averted her eyes and blurted out a "no!" but her deep red blush betrayed the fact that the photos turned her on. She felt her heart begin to pound and her pussy began to drip lubricant between its walls. Mike merely laughed and said, "riiight" and then demanded that she suck his cock. He pushed the shorts he was wearing down and his stiff penis popped out. She looked up at him and slowly her hand bridged the gap between her and his pocket rocket. She stroked it gently for a couple minutes and then he stepped closer so that he was right over her. He placed his hands on either side of her head and forced her mouth on to his cock, tilting her head up and down while her tongue and lips kept a firm hold on it. "God, your mouth feels so amazing," he rasped. Then he shoved it further back in her moist cakehole and she gagged, pulling her head off of it as a long string of saliva drooped between her lips and his cockhead.

"Hmm, we're going to have to work on that," he critiqued before shoving the cock back into her mouth. He replaced his hands on her head and gently pushed and pulled it in and out of her mouth with his hips. "Umm., ungg," she vocalized. The sounds of her struggle was heightening his arousal and then, suddenly, a fountain of his warm, thick cum filled her mouth. "Swallow it babe," he commanded. Holding the cum on her tongue, she looked up at him and then gulped it down. "How did it taste? he leered. "Kinda sweet," she languidly replied. "So drinking the pineapple juice does work!" he thought. "Okay babe, now clean it off for me," as he forced it back between her lips. She did as she was told, wiping the residual spunk from his shaft. Her heart was beating fast and she was feeling lightheaded. When she dropped his cock from her mouth, she let out an involuntary moan. He toppled her on to her back and leaned over her and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

She was starting to enter subspace again and he noticed that her eyelids were half closed. "Good girl," he praised, bringing an unthinking smile to her face. "Well, I better go before your mom gets back. Tomorrow, we'll go to the beach so I can show you off," he told her.

Jessica continued to recline on her back as she faintly heard the front door close. She was beginning to enter the same dream state she was in after the hot tub incident. In her subconscious, she was so glad she could please him after disappointing him when she didn't want to go out. She let out a happy sigh. She snapped out of it when she heard the garage door opener, signaling that her mom was home.

She put her guitar back on, idly and only half consciously letting her fingers walk all over her fretboard while the euphoria dissipated. Mrs. Hamada stuck her head in to say "hi" and then quickly scampered off to the living room. Once her mom was preoccupied, Jessica put the guitar on a stand  and shut her door. She lay back in the bed and opened her pants. Ten minutes later, the euphoria had been recharged, this time by her fingers, which brought her to an electric orgasm.

Her mind revisited the images that Mike had shown her. Out of a kind of heartpounding curiosity, she sat up and went to her browser history and brought that site back up. Her heart turned somersaults since she knew her mom would shit if she saw her looking at rope bondage. She carefully explored the bodies of the women and how they were bound, marveling at how something so physical and seemingly painful could also be so strikingly beautiful. But Jessica was feeling a little dirty, too, because of how society views BDSM, but the furtiveness of her viewing it and the subconscious reactions she was having put more moisture into her sex and provoked her nipples to lengthen.

Jessica knew she liked it when Mike restrained her to the headboard. She was, in fact, still masturbating about it. And she definitely found his taking control sexy. She pondered how it might feel to have her body wrapped up like in the photos, especially when they were tied on their breasts and their pussies. "Doesn't that hurt?" she quietly talked to herself.

And what did Mike mean by he "wanted to show me off" at the beach? She knew that would involve wearing that bikini and displaying her legs, but what else? As women are wont to do, she began overthinking the question and within half an hour she had worked herself into a big ball of FUD over it. She decided to confront him about it and attempted to raise him on her cellphone. There was no answer and it went to voice mail. She didn't want to bug him, so she hoped he would call her back.

She felt more cramps and went to the medicine cabinet in the hallway bathroom to get a Midol. Then she returned to bed and went to sleep.

Sometime after dinner, Mike reciprocated her call. "Hey babe, what's up?" "Not a whole lot." She hesitated and then asked, "what did you mean you wanted to show me off tomorrow?" "Hahahahahaha, he laughed in a sinister manner. "That's a surprise." "Can't you give me a hint?" she implored. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise," he asserted. "Oh come on, please?" "Sorry babe, no can do. You feelin' better?" "I'm still a little achy, but it will be better tomorrow." "That's good." "Well, gotta go. Love ya!" "I love you too."

He picked Jessica up a little past ten the following morning and they set out for the beach. She came out to his car in pants and a t-shirt. "Do you have your bikini on?" he asked. "Yeah, but I want to keep my pants on. "Why? "I'm on my period, remember?" "Oh yeah, I forgot! Sorry." "Don't worry about it. "

20 minutes later, they arrived at the beach and after driving around for a bit, found a parking spot. He went around to Jessica's side and pulled her wheelchair out of the backseat. Then he ordered her to take her pants and shirt off. "Why do you want me to take my pants off," she looked at him quizzically. "I just want to take a picture of you wearing it." She was fine with it and pushed her pants down to the floor and then removed her shirt, leaving her in just her yellow bikini. Mike picked her up and carried her to the front of his car and boosted her on to the hood. He pulled his phone out and said, "smile babe!" and then snapped several photos of her. "God, you look so cute sitting there, ip," Mike said to her. "Thanks hon" she replied. "How do you feel right now?" "I'll live, she proclaimed. 'Can you please hand me my jeans?" she requested. Mike fetched them and she slid them up her legs. Then he dragged her chair out and carefully put her in it.

They began leisurely making their way down through the parking lot and then to the strand. Mike saw a couple of 20 something guys up ahead riding cruising bikes. As they approached, he suddenly untied the string holding the top half of her bathing suit up and yanked it down, exposing her ample bosom to the cyclists and anyone else who was near. She let out an "eek!" and grabbed her top to cover herself up again" as the men rode by hooting.

"You bastard," she half laughed and half reproved. "I told you I wanted to show you off," he defended, trying to sound disingenuously innocent with a shit eating grin on his face. Even without getting her boobs out, though, Jessica was still receiving her share of stares from the young boys and men who ambled by.. Mike then pushed her down a path that terminated next to a lifeguard tower and laid out a towel on the sand a few feet from it and, after putting Jessica on their temporary piece of ocean front real estate, then folded her wheelchair up and left it on its side next to them.

She produced a bottle of sun block and asked Mike to rub it on her. After oiling up her back and shoulders, he poured more of the cream into his palm and then quickly undid the bra strap part of her bikini and groped her tits while she giggled and concealed what he was doing with her arms. "Pervert!" she jokingly called him. "Can't keep my hands off of you ip," he chuckled. "Yeah, I kind of noticed," she smiled up at him before he kissed her.

"You can go in the water, I won't mind," she offered. "Too bad you can't swim, babe." "Yeah, but at least it's beautiful and you're here," she sweetly chirped. He accepted her into his arms and they sat there silently, occasionally exchanging kisses or just staring at the ocean with their cheeks against one another. 'I wish there was nobody here," he abruptly said, "so we could spend all day making love without anybody bothering us." "That would be so amazing," she concurred. He asked her to put the suntan lotion on him and sighed as her soft hands pressed into the muscles in his chest and back. When he embraced Jessica again, he loved the way her body shined in the sun and how smooth her skin felt because of the oil.

After an hour laying under the warm, breezy blue sky and noting their skins getting a bit pinkish, they decided to leave and go back to his place, where, because they were so relaxed, they fell asleep together on the sofa in the game/music room. Mike's mom went to check on them when they weren't making any noise and laughed to herself at how adorable the recumbent couple appeared. Jessica woke up and watched him as he dozed, holding his right arm against her and enjoying the moment. He awoke when she sat up to go to the bathroom and take care of a "girl problem," as she called it. She then asked him to take her home because she wasn't feeling very good.

Monday, Mike called her cellphone and nobody answered. So he tried her home phone. "Hello." "Hi Mr. Hamada. Is Jessica there?" "She's here, but she's feeling under the weather right now. Can I take a message?" "Just tell her I called. I was just checking to see how she was."

"Mike, as long as I have you on the phone, I need to have you help me with something." "What's that?" "As you perhaps know, Jessica's birthday is coming up in a little over a month and we were thinking about getting her another guitar." "Well, she really likes my ESP MH 1000., but there are so many ways you can go here. For example, she likes the Ibanez RG and Prestige series, too, and they have flat neck profiles that make for really fast playing, especially for someone with hands as small as Jessica's. She also likes the Steve Vai signature model. But then again, she's a musician and has GAS like we all do, so...." "GAS?" "Yeah, it's an abbreviation for 'Gear Acquisition Syndrome.' It's commonly known among musicians as the disease with no known cure, hahaha.  At the end of the day, it really depends on how much you want to spend."

"We were looking at somewhere around $1000-1500." "Well, I know she likes Alexi Laiho a lot and wants his signature guitar. It's kind of like her Jackson in the shape of the body and its weight, but it has EMG's in it and she wants to get a guitar with those pickups.. But that one is around $1700." "I think that might be what we want to do then. Where can I get it around here?" "I don't know, I only use the local guitar shops to play in to see what I like then I go order it online." Why do you do that?" "I just hate haggling with the douchebags at a lot of those places, especially the two major chains." "So what do you recommend?" "Let me pull it up on the net and see who has it in stock at the moment. This might take a few minutes." "I can wait." "Okay, I found it. Give me your email and I'll send you a link for it. These guys have a good reputation, so there shouldn't be any problems. Also, tell me the scheduled delivery date and I'll make sure Jessica is out of the house that day." "Sounds like a plan Mike."

"By the way, how are you guys getting along, if you don't mind me asking?" "As far as I know, things are going good, Mr. Hamada. I'm trying not to blow it with her, that's for sure." "How did you guys meet anyway?" "I stumbled onto some of her videos on You Tube and realized that she was in my math class. Then I tracked her down at lunch to tell her how awesome she was and I asked her to join my band and things just snowballed from there." "You know you're her first boyfriend, right?" "So you mean that's true? When she told me that I didn't really believe it. She's so beautiful, nice and such a natural musician that it's hard for me to believe that she hasn't had guys breaking her door down to ask her out. I've never had a girlfriend before I could jam or obsess over gear with. And I practice more now because of her since I don't want to be shown up." "You mean shown up by a girl?" "Hahahaha, yeah, as lame as that sounds." "Yeah, I hear ya. Please be good to her. This relationship is really important for her. Not that I'm trying to put any pressure on you or anything, hahahahaha." "To be honest Mr. Hamada, I would be devastated if I blew it with her." "So the wheelchair thing isn't an issue for you?" "Well, if we get married one day "I think we'll have to move into a one story place or one with an elevator because I can't picture myself having the strength at 60 to keep carrying her up and down the stairs, Good thing she's so petite. hahahahaha." "Okay Mike, thanks for your help." No prob Mr . Hamada. Tell Jessica I love her." "I will. Bye."

Tuesday, Mike went to Jessica's house to check up on her. Mrs. Hamada answered the door and told Mike to wait to see if she wanted to see him.She did, but first Mrs. Hamada took Mike aside and informed him,. "Unfortunately, Mike, this happens sometimes. She inherited it from me, She'll be fine in a day or two, so don't worry.." "Okay Mrs. Hamada." She escorted Mike to her daughter's door and knocked gently before opening it. "Hi babe!" he smiled. "Hi," she said wanly. Jessica was still in her pajamas. "How are you? "Better than yesterday, thank God. Sorry about that." It's not your fault ip. Just kick it and let your body do what it's going to do." "Thanks."

Mrs. Hamada had left the door ajar, but Mike climbed into bed with Jessica anyway and suggested that she lie on his lap. He lifted his left leg and she slid under it and put the pillow on his belly before laying down. He held her there, stroking her slightly chubby cheeks. "Sorry about the way I look." "No biggie," he comforted her. She took his hand in hers and pulled it across her stomach. Looking at her,  he couldn't but help to get another boner and leak some precum into his jeans under her pillow. As they lay there silently, she nodded off with a peaceful expression on her face. "Holy shit, she's so damn cute," Mike thought to himself. He saw the remote control on her nightstand and snagged it and turned on ESPN, though he muted the volume, while he enjoyed the sensation of Jessica's soft body against his.

Mrs. Hamada came to check on them and saw her daughter in her boyfriend's arms slumbering placidly. "God, they look so cute together," Mrs. Hamada giggled. She went to her bedroom for her digital camera and startled Mike when she suddenly pulled it out from behind her back and temporarily blinded him with the flash. She loaded the photo into her computer and then sent it to Jessica's cellphone while giggling to herself as if she had just done something naughty.

Mike traced little circles on the side of her forehead and almost imperceptibly touseled her hair His eyes ran down to her little naked feet, thinking to himself that he wasn't really into feet but he liked hers a lot.

Mrs. Hamada re-entered the room and asked Mike if he wanted something to drink. "Nah, that's okay Mrs. Hamada," he replied and she went back to the den to watch tv.

Mike liked being with Jessica, but honestly, he was getting bored after laying there for the past hour this way. He tried to slide out from under her without waking her up, but she popped her head up and drowsily asked him if he was leaving. "Here babe, let me massage your feet for you," he saved. He had never done this before for anyone, so he didn't know if he would end up just tickling her. He moved to the foot of the bed and picked up her right leg and began pressing his thumbs into the middle of it and the foot, sliding it up and down an inch or so and then back along with it. She let out a small giggle. "Does that tickle?" "A little," she answered in an almost childlike manner. He saw how small her toes were and he couldn't resist gently pulling on each one, making her giggle again. He started kissing the top of the foot while manipulating the arch with his index. middle and ring fingers. "That feels nice, sweety," she lazily revealed.

"Hey listen babe, I'm going to go home and practice. I'll call you tomorrow." "Okay honey. Thanks for coming over. "I love you ip." "I love you, too." She rolled over and sunk her head back into the pillow as Mike left. 

Wednesday, Jessica was feeling good enough that she started playing guitar again. She was pretty rusty at first after the layoff, but her fluidity began to return the more she practiced. She started messing around with You Tube again and bumped into the Outlaws song, "Green Grass and High Tides." After listening to it, she decided she wanted to learn it and found some tablature for it on the net. "Wow, this would be a cool tune to do with Mike," she thought to herself. "And Travis' voice would definitely fit if he pulled back on his penchant for Ian Gillian-style screaming."

She got so lost in attempting to master it that it was dinner time before she noticed the amount of time that had passed. Mike called a half hour later and said that he wanted to jam with her over at his house two days hence. The truth was that he had received an email from her dad telling him that Jessica's birthday present was supposed to be delivered Friday. He also asked her to learn a couple of songs he was working on, the Children of Bodom version of Britney Spears "Oops, I Did it Again," and Iron Maiden's "Wrathchild." "I'm working on another song right now, Mike, so it will take me most of tomorrow to practice it and the Maiden and Bodom tunes." "No prob babe. Anyway, I'll pick you up at 9 a.m. Friday. Have all your gear broken down by the time I get there because we're taking it with us." She stated she would. They reaffirmed their love for each other and then each returned to what they were doing before the call.

Friday rolled around and Mike, looking a little bleary eyed, backed his car into the Hamada driveway. Jessica was dressed in a tank top and jean shorts. As Jessica waited by the car, her mom brought her pedal board, which was in a case, out while Mike hefted the much heavier Marshall head and cabinet and then the related cords and cables. He loaded Jessica into his ride and soon they were at his house, where he had to hump everything up two flights of stars, including Jessica. Out of breath, he fell against the sofa in the music room. "How come we're doing this so early?" Jessica inquired. "Because we have some new tunes to work on," he insisted. "It might take awhile for us to get them nailed." She looked at him quizzically since they were both good enough musicians to where that really wasn't true. 'Oh well, if that's what he wants..." she conceded.

And sure enough, within two hours, they could basically play the Maiden and Bodom tunes backward and forward in their sleep and it sounded tight. Now they would just have to take them to the rest of the band and iron things out with them. "Hey ip, you into Jeff Beck? Mike asked. "I know the name but I'm not that familiar with his songs. My old guitar instructor had me learn part of one of his tunes as an exercise because he was a fusion guy, but that was about it." "I've been looking at some of his videos and I want to do 'Blue Wind.' What do you think?" "Let me hear the song." Mike took out his cellphone and played it for her. "Wow, that's fantastic Mike! Have you practiced it yet?" "Yeah, I think I have it about two thirds done. Would you mind doing the keyboard part on guitar?" She looked at him dubiously. "Wow, I don't know Mike. I'd have to break it down. I've never really tried transposing from keyboards to make it fit guitar. It might take me a couple days."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But Jan Hammer plays keyboards like a guitarist wannabe anyway, so I think we can make it work." Twiddling the volume control on his strat up, he said, "well, here is the basic lead guitar line." She watched him intently, listening for the chord progression and the harmony scheme. "So is the progression like this," she asked, blasting a riff at him. "Yeah, that's pretty close. But it's actually this," he taught her. "Oh yeah, I can play that," she bubbled.

For two more hours, and with a lot of stops and starts, they began to see things taking shape. But still, she was just doing a basic rhythm guitar part and not Hammer's. They eventually had enough and took a break. She put her guitar on the floor while he propped his up in a corner near the sofa. By that time, his mom had left to go play bridge with her friends and wouldn't be back for a few hours.

He pulled her next to him and they began making out. "It's been too long, babe," Mike calculated. "Yeah," she giggled. 15 minutes later, he had pulled all of her clothes off. He broke their embrace and skipped off to his bedroom, returning with his book bag. He directed her to turn her back to him and put her arms behind her back. He reached into the bag and took out a pair of bright red cuffs he had ordered off a well known mass market online retailer, who discreetly dispatched it to his door, and snapped them on her and then hooked them together. Her heart began beating like an out of control drum machine as she sat there obediently He then pulled out a set of vibrating nipple clamps and reached around her and placed them on her milk knobs. The nipples began to throb almost as soon as they lightly bit into the sensitive tissue. He hit the wireless controller for the clamps and set the intensity level low, at least initially. Then he pushed her down on to her stomach, but in such  way so that her head hung off the couch. After slipping a ballgag into her mouth, she could feel her pussy filling with her natural lubricant. He stuck his hand into the bag again and scooped up a small tube of lube as well as a butt plug and drizzled a few drops of the oil the on her sphincter and a more liberal amount on the toy. She loved the sensation of lube on her puckered pooper, but then felt him pushing something into it. This made her heart flutter while he gently buried the butt plug past the sphincter and into her canal about five inches. Her hole felt stuffed and the low buzzing of the nipple vibe was pushing her arousal higher, not to mention the pressure on them. So she was being bombarded by different sensations and being restrained began to do a job on her head, too.

He got off the sofa and stripped. Climbing back on, he pulled her legs apart and steered his cockhead at the opening of her pussy. He sunk it into her and the angles of their bodies forced him to thrust downward, which stimulated the area near her g spot. It wasn't long before she was moaning through the gag as he enjoyed the view of the line of her back and her butt while he speared her sex time and again. She felt that pang of surrender inside of her, every breath making it more vivid, while his cock created friction and heat. Pausing for a moment, he fingered the remote for the nipple clamps and clicked it into a higher vibration rate, which put her closer to orgasm. He then grabbed her hair, whipping her head back and that was it, as she was attacked by a comet of pleasure that flew through her entire body, her squealing and panting making him fuck her harder. "You love this, don't you Jessica?" he cracked. He slapped her ass hard and the sting of it added to the pile of sensations she was already experiencing.

He gathered himself and really started pounding his root into her fertile field as hard as he could, exhibiting the kind of aggression toward her he hadn't before. Meanwhile, she was sailing off into outer space, willingly taking everything he wanted to dish out and being grateful for it. The endorphins were doing such a job on her now that she felt like she was drunk. Another orgasm crashed the party that was occurring in her body and brain, her vaginal muscles contracting against his cock like they couldn't get enough of it. Two minutes later, another orgasm claimed her and she was feeling very hot and yet kinda spaced out while panting like a cornered animal. Another minute went into the history books and so did her third orgasm, as the sensations seemed to surge and ebb without end within her. Then she came yet again and Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing, his gentle, demure little ip being conquered by the pleasure and turned into a slut for submission.

When she trembled again as another orgasm ruled her, he was getting overstimulated himself and went off like a Roman candle, firehosing his cum anywhere inside her pussy he could. He pulled out and his cum tried to follow him, flowing on to the cushions under her. After he withdrew, she just lay there in a stupor riding the buzz in her head. Mike removed the buttplug and tossed it into the bathroom sink so he could wash it later for reuse. He also took the vibrating nipple clamps off of her. He dropped them into his bag and then pulled a jewel box out of it. Grabbing Jessica by the shoulders,  he sat her up. Out of the jewel box, he dangled a pair of locking nipple rings separated by a chain. While her mind was still lost out in the ether, he placed the nipple rings on her and then turned the locks on each of them, keeping them in place. The rings exerted enough pressure on the nipples to keep them erect while not hindering circulation to them.

He took a long gaze at his little subbie, though he didn't really know that terminology yet, thinking the chained rings looked rather elegant in their own way on her. He then sat against an arm of the couch and pulled her between his legs. She smiled weakly at him. He gently tugged on the chain and she emitted a moan, so he did it once more and she moaned again. Then he noticed the cum smeared on the couch cushions, making a mental note to turn the cushions over so his mother wouldn't see the stain.

He played with her nipples and her boobs, fondling, pinching and stroking them as they throbbed within her. Of course, he frequently pulled on the chain, too. Each of these small gestures was like a booster shot to her submission and she was deep in sub space at the moment. He decided to just let her enjoy her private idyll while his eyes devoured her beauty. He then whiffed the scent of their sex session and pushed her over to a leaning position while he opened a window. 20 minutes later, she turned her body and fell sleep against his chest.

He stroked her head and kissed her forehead again, waiting for the endorphins in her brain to fade. 

Back at Jessica's house, the guitar arrived in a huge box and, with some difficulty, Mrs. Hamada pushed it along the floor into her bedroom and then to her walk in closet, where she concealed it in plain sight, keeping the logo side toward the wall. Jessica almost never got in there anyway.

Mike sat there watching tv and it began to get late in the day. He roused Jessica. "Hey babe, we better get dressed. "Okay babe," she complied. Then she felt the heaviness of the chain pulling on her nipples. "What's this?" "I want you to wear this from now on so that you'll think of me wherever you are." "How do I take them off?" "You can't. I locked them there." He anticipated that she was about to ask him to remove them, but she just let out a subdued, "okay." He got up and pulled his boxers and pants back on then bent over and fetched Jessica's panties and pushed her legs up and pulled them over and down them to her butt. He handed her her bra and tank top and then helped her get her pants on. "You can just leave your stuff here, ip, because we're going to rehearse tomorrow.

After he dropped Jessica off, Mike heard the phone ring as he opened the door on the return trip home. His mom, who had just left her bridge game, answered it, but called him over because he was who it was for. "Hey, is this Mike Alyea?" the voice said "Comin' at ya live, dude," he snarked. "Mike, I'm John Spitzer and I'm an aide to city councilman Albert Pace." "Oookay,," he responded hesitantly. "The council is planning the city's centennial celebration on Saturday, August 17th and we're still lining up bands to play at a concert we're going to hold at Tendaberry Park. I remembered that there was some kind of to do about your band a while back and I looked at your You Tube videos and decided to ask you guys to play our concert." "Is this a joke?" "No it isn't." You know that we're a heavy metal band and don't do originals, right?" "Yes, we do. As long as you guys leave the satanic and heavy drug stuff out of it we don't have any problems." "You saw the video where our singer puts our handicapped guitarist on his shoulders and runs around with her, right?" "Yeah, that was pretty cool." Mike laughed because he was sure the guy on the phone was anything but cool. "But I don't think that tune would fly. A song about a hanging doesn't exactly match up with what we'd like to keep an upbeat tone to the show." "Not really a big problem. We have a bunch of other songs we do." "Great. By the way, is the girl still in your band?" "Yeah. In fact she's my girlfriend, too," Mike bragged. "Outstanding." "So how long will we be allowed to play?" "Somewhere in the 45 minute range." "And are you guys providing the PA and sound guy?" "Yeah, we've subcontracted a company to do that stuff." "Sweet!" So then all we need are our amps and effects, right?" "Pretty much." About what time will we be going on?" "Right now, you guys will be the second to last band, so sometime around 3 p.m." "Excellent! Now listen, if we get called back for encores, I want to be able to do them even if it causes us to run a few minutes over. You good with that? I doubt it will happen because we're just a cover band, but still..." "Yeah, I don't have a problem with that. Just don't go overboard." "Don't worry, we'll plan everything down to the last detail so we get off on time." "That's great, Mike.

"So just show up at 8 a.m. and go to the guy at the gate to the backstage area and tell him who you are.Then the sound people will go over how everything will work and you guys can get your equipment arranged. The show will start at 11." "Sounds good, man. Thanks a lot for letting us play your concert!' "My pleasure, Mike. Break a leg." "Okay man. Bye."

He could hardly wait to tell Jessica and she was both happy and nervous at the news. He scheduled rehearsals for each of the following five days mostly to hammer out a set list. Getting the songs down wouldn't be much of a problem, he believed. She broke the news to her parents, who were elated and said they would go to see her and the band.

The following day, in the early afternoon, they all sat around Mike's music room discussing what songs they would play. Since Mike and Jessica had just learned 'Wrathchild" and "Oops, I Did it Again," the latter included for the lulz, more than anything else, and were discussing doing "Blue Wind." All three went in straightaway. Mike also wanted to open the show with his signature version of "Cliffs of Dover" and nobody had any objections. They decided to do Maiden's "Where Eagles Dare" as a tribute to military veterans. Mike asked about UFO's "Doctor Doctor" and they agreed to that. Then Travis offered the possibility of doing "Freebird," but a couple of the members groaned. "Dude, that tune has become such a cliche and has been so overdone." Jessica raised her hand and put "Green Grass and High Tides" on the table. "It's a 22 minute song, but it shows what we can all do instrumentally and it hasn't been run into the ground," she reasoned. "Yeah,  but we're going to need a third guitarist," Mike observed. "Let me make a call and see if I can come up with somebody to sit in," she asked. "Anyone object to a ringer?," Mike questioned. Everybody let out a "nah, that would be a fun jam."

"Okay, that's the main set. Now how about an encore tune, if they demand it?" "Addicted to That Rush" anyone?" said Dennis. :Can you do the Billy Sheehan parts?" Mike wondered. "Yeah, I think I can pull it off." "Okay, dude, let's get it on!"

So they worked for most of the ensuing week to get everything hammered down tight, including Travis' between song patter and how they would move and pose. They also decided to have Travis do the putting of Jessica on his shoulders bit during the Outlaws cover and she would do the end solo.

The guy that Jessica decided to call was the guitarist in the prog band  Brujo Spell, Aaron Murdoch . He was surprised to hear from her, but was more than glad to sit in on the Outlaws opus since it would be a way to promote his own band. She gave him the lowdown on when he would come on, when he needed to be at the venue,  the whole nine yards. They also had him come down to rehearse with them for a few hours so that everybody had a feel for him and he for them. At the end of the formal rehearsal, they just jammed for hours and Jessica loved playing third harmonies to what Mike and Aaron, who played a Gibson Les Paul  that looked like it had some miles on it, were spinning out because it just sounded so sweet and melodic.

Six days before the show, Jessica turned 17 and, like when she was given her Jackson, she cried when she saw the yellow trimmed Laiho sig. She was especially chuffed when her father revealed that Mike had told him she wanted it. She went back to her room and played it until she fell asleep with the guitar still strapped on. She bought a couple of guitar stands for the concert and waited anxiously for the time to pass.

The day of the show, load in and everything else went without a hitch. There was a parade featuring all the usual political bigwigs and their assorted hangers on, but the actual scale of the event at the park wasn't that large. There may have been 500 or so people there for the concert in addition to the people who were using other parts of the park for various activities, both organized and not.

Because it was outdoors and thus the space was acoustically dead, everyone could use their normal settings and just blast away. The concert actually ran on time, which was amazing to Mike and the rest of the band members, and the various musicians recognized this gig for what it was, just a chance to have some fun. So the whole competition thing wasn't as in evidence as you might see at a Hollywood club or arena show.

Mike went to the center of the stage with just Matt backing him, initially. He played a few long, sustained notes and then the intro to "Cliffs of Dover" while the crowd murmured when they saw Jessica rolling out on the stage and being lifted on to a stool. Mike hit a piercing harmonic and everyone, except Travis, who was waiting backstage to make his entrance, looked at each other and then went headlong into the tune. The set had gotten off to a light but engaging start before they down shifted into "Wrathchild," the power of it contrasting with the more easygoing feel of its predecessor. Travis ran out to the center of the stage with mic stand handed and began barking out the lyrics. Jessica lit into her Rhoads with a fury during the solo break following the first chorus before going back to jackhammering out the hard grinding riff. Mike ran over to her as they did a harmony part into the second chorus. By the end of the tune, the crowd was definitely on their side. Travis sang out a wicked "hello everybody" and then told the crowd, "you know this next one, too: it's dedicated to the people that make this show possible, your friendly neighborhood American solider! This....is....Where Eagles Dare! Matt, hit me!" Matt slammed out the stuttering drum beat that opens the song and the rest of the band jumped in with a loping but insistent rhythm. Travis skipped over to Jessica, who was doing the first harmony part, and then over to Mike, who was doing the second. Mike then leaned back for some long, noisy sustained notes before Jessica sprinkled some pulloffs and fierce tremelo work into the ears of the onlookers. She gave way to Mike raising some dissonant notes before they hitched up again to a long harmony part while Travis posed and preened all over the stage.

"Thank You! This next tune features the pretty girl on my left, Miss Jessica Hamada! I hope this tune  heals what ails ya! As he was saying this, Kurt was in the process of giving Jessica her Laiho model as she was handing over her Jackson to Kurt.. She got situated and smiled and nodded. Dennis counted it off verbally and Mike started playing a transposed version of Paul Raymond's keyboard part. Jessica kicked on her delay pedal and began milking emotion out of the slow intro, producing soaring bends before the band came in with a slow build and then Jessica pulled the band into the first verse while Travis put his arm around her shoulder while he crooned the lyrics. They made faces at each other and he pirouetted toward the other side of the stage. The crowd was transfixed watching the petite less than five foot tall unable to walk Asian girl precisely hammering out Michael Schenker licks.

The crowd cheered lustily. ""Jessica Hamada everybody!" Travis said, giving her a chance to get some props. She waved to the crowd, slightly embarrassed. "Man, it's hot today! You know what we need? How about a Blue Wind!" Jessica turned down and Mike, scratching at his guitar for a minute, ripped into the opening of the tune, Dennis underpinning it with some accurate and right on time bass riffing. Then it became a duel between Jessica, doing Jan Hammer's part, and the more scathing Jeff Beck lines that Mike littered the countryside with. In the crowd, there were a lot of looks of, "Holy shit!"

Travis emerged from backstage after the instrumental. "Man, I feel cooler already! Now look, this next song is a little complicated and we brought in a friend to help us out with it. From our favorite local band, Brujo Spell, Aaron Murdoch!" Murdoch sidled on to the stage and stood next to Mike. Matt counted it off with his sticks and Mike picked the slow arpeggios of the introduction. Jessica took the first brief solo, Aaron the second and then Jessica, her eyes closed in concentration, did the solo after the first chorus as the crowd went bonkers, and then Mike came in with his section, Aaron producing some nice ringing, almost acoustic style picking underneath it while Mike snaked out some quivering vibratos. This was going well and the band members were smiling at each other because it just sounded so good. Before the fast section kicked in, Travis ran over to Jessica, took her on his shoulders and then stood there while she supported Aaron's lead break and then took over herself, Travis running all over the stage and posing with his chest out and Jessica's fingers zipping around the fretboard. Mike stepped forward to take the last couple of solos while Travis put Jessica back on her stool. Travis then started doing his best Jim Dandy imitation, standing next to Aaron and Mike as they dueled it out, doing fist pumps with his mic in hand. Jessica took over a solo that Aaron started as they hurtled to the end of the song, Travis getting on his hands and knees in a "we're not worthy posture, before Mike took it over from her and Travis ran up behind him and fanned his guitar like it was on fire before they brought it to a close.

The alcohol fueled crowd ate it up and they wanted an encore. The band made them wait a couple of minutes before coming back out, Jessica back on Travis' shoulders. "Ladies and gentleman, on lead and rhythm guitars, Jessica Hamada!" On lead and rhythm guitars, Mike Alyea! On bass, Dennis Portola! On drums, Matt Seery! Mike then went to the mic and yelled into it, "and on vocals, the mouth from the south, Travis Hickock!"

Travis gently lined Jessica back up with her stool and then told the crowd,. "this next one is a love song! Just ask Jessica, she's Addicted to That Rush!" As Jessica laughed, Dennis moved to the front of the stage and began doing some tapping on the fretboard and was responded to by Jessica unleashing a torrent of fast licks, before Mike added a circular 32nd note pattern. Mike and Dennis then doubled each other and headed into the first verse, Travis holding his mic stand upside down as he played with the phrasing of the lyrics. Mike and Dennis kneeled in front of Jessica toward the end as she unloaded a series of rapid fire pentatonic lines before they ended the tune.

Kurt came out with Jessica's wheelchair and she slid back into it. Once everybody had gone down the ramp to get off stage, Kurt went and got his truck and helped the band load their equipment into it. Jessica's parents were there and they took her guitars and her pedalboard home for her. Both Jessica and her parents were elated about how the band played at the gig. In fact, the next band that came on only got a couple of songs into their set before a good chunk of the audience headed for the parking lot. Jessica got off on looking over the crowd from an elevated position while she played through her cranked Marshall, feeling the power and musicality of their attack, not to mention loving the applause, too.

Matt's older brother videoed their set and they watched it once they got to Mike's house. Overall, they were pretty impressed at how they performed. They each winced at mistakes, but they noted that the crowd didn't seem to notice and the version of "Green Grass and High Tides" was surprisingly successful, taking into consideration its length and that they were using a ringer they had never played with before until a couple weeks beforehand.

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