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All this time	By : urwhatufeel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"All this time" – Part 3
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Daniel straightened in the car seat as he recognised the building that had been his house once.
"Stop! I'm here…" He asked Maryanne to stop a couple of houses ahead.
"Sure." She stopped the car in front of a yellow brick house, much richer than the one he was going to visit. "Nice house, Dan."
"Yeah…" He grinned.
The occupants were actually quite arrogant, the owner had won the lottery years before and treated everyone else (it was an economical neighbourhood after all) like dirt.
"Thanks so much, Maryanne…"
"Promise to say hi when you pass through Jester's… A beer on the house."
"Ah… I'm leaving town." He grinned.
"Oh… that's a shame! Perhaps you could pay me a visit later tonight?"
"I'm not sure, Maryanne… but maybe I will." He smiled his sunny smile.
"Okay."
"I'm owing you one. More than one…"
"No worries, mate!" She smiled her beautiful smile in exchange.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek soundly.
"I'll see you around…"
"Bye Daniel."
He waved, stepping out of the truck and watching her drive off.

Once she was out of sight, he focused his attention on the house a couple of meters down the modest street. Last time he'd checked the time it had been 7pm. There should be someone inside. So he had to be extra careful and get in from the back.
Gingerly, he made his way down the street. Looking sideways, he searched for any watchers. Seeing no one, he jumped the undersized iron fence.
He contoured the garden keeping his head window-levelled and got into the one that led to his bedroom. If he knew his mother well, she would have it open in order to air the room and diffuse the stink of the putrefying socks and tennis. Ah! Those were the good days.
He listened for movement in the room, although he was sure that 7pm was already too late for his younger self to be home. He would leave the house by a quarter to 7 to go meet with the band. Nevertheless, his mother could be inside and he did not want to risk her calling the cops on her own son, or worse… recognise him.
As he heard no sound, he straightened gradually, peeking inside. There was no one in sight. Okay. He climbed up and his feet hit the soft carpet. Ran silently to lock the bedroom door. Done.
Now he could relax and look for the stuff he'd come for.
He should get a cap… to hide his features when looking for him. He kept the caps inside the closet. As he faced the old closet he could not help to survey the school books he had abandoned years before that kept the old closet up, replacing a missing leg. The old closet had never had that leg… He opened one of the doors and some stuff immediately fell over him, including the caps. Looking through the mass of stuff on the floor, he chose a plain black one and proceeded to wear it.
Money. He needed some money…
Not caring about the fact that his younger self was constantly broke, he fetched some hard earned money from beneath the carpet under the bed. It had always been his hiding spot, and no one ever found it. It was right beneath one of the bed's legs, so his mother never even noticed it was a bit loose at the junction with the wall. The rough fabric moved a bit to the side, inflating as Daniel drew a hand in and felt for the Australian dollars he knew lay beneath.
Young Daniel seemed to have done especially bad that week… there were just some bills. He felt a bit bad but decided to take one, just in case he felt thirsty.
"You'll be getting lots of these in a couple of years…" He mumbled to himself as he leaned over once more to return the remaining dollars to their hiding place. He propped the carpet neatly. Just as it had been before. Next, he dragged the bed back to its original spot and checked for signs of his ministrations. Everything looked okay to him.
Now he needed cigs. That, young Daniel need not hide. Everyone in his family knew he smoked. Everyone in his household smoked. All it took was a quick inspection of the small division and he swiftly grabbed hold of a partially empty pack. Cheap brand, but they'd have to do. As he removed it from over the secretary he noticed the shiny lighter. Oh… he still had it… he'd keep it through it all. It meant so much to him. He decided to take it too. He'd manage to return it somehow… he knew. He still had it in the future…

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It took him a little while to cross the blocks that separated his house from the downtown area where most of the clubs were located.
He spotted a familiar crossing and made it to the other side. As he looked up he was able to see a neon sign with the name of the bar he used to play back when he was with Red Edge, Logan’s Edge. It was a cheap, yet heavily frequented place. All youth in Logan merged either here or in the bar across the street, Jeremy’s, after 10pm. Before that, it was time for the live bands to do sound check and have some dinner.
He knew he’d find his old band inside. He also knew they’d be too engrossed in their own work and nervousness to care for possible listeners walking through that door.
So, having pulled his cap on a block before, Daniel pushed one of the doors open and got inside. The sultry aura hit him fast and he was quick to make his way to the bar stools. He sat and set his mind on covering most of his face in the shadow the lack of light and his cap provoked.
“What can I get you, mate?” The barman, Daniel remembered as a Ben, was quick to corner him.
“I’ll have a beer.” Daniel muttered, his head slightly bent downwards so as to take better advantage of the shadow of the cap.
“Sure thing, mate.” The barman bent down to open a freezer and produced a cool beer. “You’re new around here.” He uncapped the beer and put it over the counter.
Daniel reached for it and swallowed some with expertise.
“Yair, I am. Any problem with that?” Daniel roughened his tone.
“No problem at all, mate! Did you come to see the bands?” The barman smiled toothily as he started polishing the glasses with a cloth.
“Yair.” Daniel nodded, having another sip of the stale liquid.
“Oh, I know… you look like one of those… ya know… those talent-hunter guys! For the record companies!”
Daniel smirked and decided to play the game.
“Yair… but don’t…” He leaned over the counter. “Don’t tell anyone… I don’t want anyone trying to impress anyone here… I’m looking for the kind of talent that is always on… you know what I mean?” He added in a quieter voice.
The barman’s features seemed to light up.
“Oh yair, yair… don’t worry about it, mate.” He nodded. “You’re in luck. Tonight there’s gonna be three bands on stage. Two of our best too.”
“Oh, is it now?” Daniel pretended to be surprised. “How luckier can I get? And what are the names of the bands if I may ask…?”
“There’s Pumpkin Narrow, Red Edge and Jacko’s Parrot.” He uttered, looking around. “Oh, there’s Red Edge. They eat here and then go for the sound check. The others do it earlier.” He pointed behind Daniel’s shoulders.
He knew that if he looked back, he’d see the gang propped against the stage, eating sandwiches and drinking booze. All but one, of course. Darren would be drinking either soda or water.
He did look over his shoulder.
His lips parted when he saw himself. So lanky it hurt… darker hair… strumming an old guitar. He’d won the guitar at a talent fair, first place. Then he spotted his brother, Oliver, probably saying something funny that made the whole band laugh.
“Oh those are the Jones brothers.” The bartender pointed. “As far as I know there’s another one. He appears once in a while.” He explained.
Daniel nodded, then he saw the black haired beauty that all eyes ended up upon eventually to never leave again.
“That’s Darren.” The bartender said in a chortle. “He’s the singer.” He explained. “Pretty effeminate if you ask me… But he does sing.”
Daniel’s eyes were lost in the longing frame of the young singer, he smiled coyly and sipped on his drink as his mates chatted around. To Daniel’s sorrow he watched Darren’s eyes demure a second too long on his younger version.
“He’s the lyricist too. They are allowed to play their songs as long as they play the obligatory repertoire the public always likes to hear.” In a shorter tone, the bartended added: “The way you’re looking at him… You’ll like to know that… I heard he’s quite the little slut… if you offer him some money…”
Daniel’s head turned at one and his guise melted a hole right between Ben’s eyes.
“Don’t believe in all you hear, you little shit.” Daniel whispered, threateningly.
“Hey hey now, mate… I didn’t mean to offend you…!” The bartender raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m only saying what I hear…”
“Well… the one that told you such a dirty thing about that kid over there surely has been turned down by the one you’re calling slut.”
“Alright! Whatever you say, mate! I was just repeating what I hear… nothing more, nothing less!”
“Well, you should watch your mouth, then… mate…!” Daniel thrust a bill over the counter and grabbed the beer bottle. “You might wanna try for that blow job one day… only make sure that brother Jones in there is present. He’ll make your ride even more enjoyable.” He pointed at his younger self and walked away, to one of the tables lying around the bar.

//TBC
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