Post by Fiona McFly on Oct 1, 2017 21:27:54 GMT
CHAPTER 2
"In Which Fiona Gets A Surprise Package..."
27 September 2017 + 1230 GMT
We find Fiona McFly sitting out in the Japanese-style garden, wiping the sweat off her right brow after beginning the day in her usual manner, with a morning run followed by a light workout. Yet on this somewhat cloudy and damp day, with off-and-on rain showers and cooler temperatures in the 60s, fall was definitely in the air as she sat down on her bench, reading her Bible whilst marking important passages with a pink highlighter. This was her period of meditation, a moment in time when it seemed that nobody would be there to distract her from the serenity of being surrounded by neatly-primmed bonsai.
At least, that -was-the idea.
Oh sure, she had plenty of time left in the day for her "afternoon blitz" as she perfectly illustrated in her private diary--the afternoon run to the local gymnasium next door to Dawkins Motors for several hours of intensive mixed-martial science work in the octagon before the return journey. Metaphorically speaking, her weekdays were hurricanes in her mind--the storm moves in, then there's the calm that the eye provides before the storm rages back on. Every day she'd come back home bruised but, in most cases, still retaining her dry sense of humour and wit.
Except on this day, the status of her broken-down Aston-Martin, which was being looked at by her car dealership owner neighbour, weighed heavily on her mind.
Half past noon-time, she was calm and collected, focused on her daily reading when her house's outdoor buzzer sounded, indicating that there was somebody at the door. She closed her Holy Scriptures as a brown-uniformed UPS delivery guy strolled into the picture. He was African-American, around 45 years of age, and had a somewhat-heavyset frame. But he was cheerful as all get out as he held a white box addressed to Fiona in his left hand, along with a spiral notepad.
UPS DELIVERY GUY:
Umm...I don't mean to bother you, but is Fiona McFly around by any chance?
FIONA MCFLY:
This is she. How can I help you?
UPS:
Ah! Got a registered package for you, ma'am. Sign here on line seven, please.
Fiona smiled. Aside from the usual bills and the occasional offers to do adult-oriented photo spreads--after all, it was simply a part of her job as a wrestler and, more importantly, as a public figure--she rarely got any mail from anybody she ever knew. She generally tried to keep a low profile, even staying off Twitter unless some jack-off decides to troll around, and having a package delivered to her was the last thing on her mind as she gazed down at her Apple Watch gadget to check the time.
The package in question...made her smile.
For it was from none other than Nigel Richards, the longtime music producer responsible for introducing her to the field.
She sat back down on the garden's bench and opened the box, not even watching as the mailman took a brief tour of the garden, admiring its raw, natural beauty and features, most notably the small fountain that attracted the nearby hummingbirds to take a dip.
UPS:
Wow...this is a beautiful garden you've got goin' here. Charge admission to see it, donate the proceeds to charity...shoot, that's what I'd do if ya ask me.
FIONA:
Appreciate the compliment. It's a good meditation spot, I'll say.
The man chuckled before turning around to make his exit...
UPS:
My husband loves these Japanese-style gardens. Mind if I bring him over to see it sometime...?
...but Fiona wasn't paying attention, even as he headed back out to his van. She was so entranced in the gift, wondering what Nigel could possibly have sent her. Like a kid at Christmastime, she quickly torn into the box and discovered a case containing a CD with the words "OPEN BOOK" written on it with a permanent marker, along with a letter from Mr. Richards himself.
Fiona couldn't help but shed a tear.
She needed the gift after feeling as if days upon days of hell had left her without any fruits to bear. In her conscience, she listened as the voice of the stately music producer read his message out loud to her, like a voice that came from God Himself.
"In Which Fiona Gets A Surprise Package..."
27 September 2017 + 1230 GMT
We find Fiona McFly sitting out in the Japanese-style garden, wiping the sweat off her right brow after beginning the day in her usual manner, with a morning run followed by a light workout. Yet on this somewhat cloudy and damp day, with off-and-on rain showers and cooler temperatures in the 60s, fall was definitely in the air as she sat down on her bench, reading her Bible whilst marking important passages with a pink highlighter. This was her period of meditation, a moment in time when it seemed that nobody would be there to distract her from the serenity of being surrounded by neatly-primmed bonsai.
At least, that -was-the idea.
Oh sure, she had plenty of time left in the day for her "afternoon blitz" as she perfectly illustrated in her private diary--the afternoon run to the local gymnasium next door to Dawkins Motors for several hours of intensive mixed-martial science work in the octagon before the return journey. Metaphorically speaking, her weekdays were hurricanes in her mind--the storm moves in, then there's the calm that the eye provides before the storm rages back on. Every day she'd come back home bruised but, in most cases, still retaining her dry sense of humour and wit.
Except on this day, the status of her broken-down Aston-Martin, which was being looked at by her car dealership owner neighbour, weighed heavily on her mind.
Half past noon-time, she was calm and collected, focused on her daily reading when her house's outdoor buzzer sounded, indicating that there was somebody at the door. She closed her Holy Scriptures as a brown-uniformed UPS delivery guy strolled into the picture. He was African-American, around 45 years of age, and had a somewhat-heavyset frame. But he was cheerful as all get out as he held a white box addressed to Fiona in his left hand, along with a spiral notepad.
UPS DELIVERY GUY:
Umm...I don't mean to bother you, but is Fiona McFly around by any chance?
FIONA MCFLY:
This is she. How can I help you?
UPS:
Ah! Got a registered package for you, ma'am. Sign here on line seven, please.
Fiona smiled. Aside from the usual bills and the occasional offers to do adult-oriented photo spreads--after all, it was simply a part of her job as a wrestler and, more importantly, as a public figure--she rarely got any mail from anybody she ever knew. She generally tried to keep a low profile, even staying off Twitter unless some jack-off decides to troll around, and having a package delivered to her was the last thing on her mind as she gazed down at her Apple Watch gadget to check the time.
The package in question...made her smile.
For it was from none other than Nigel Richards, the longtime music producer responsible for introducing her to the field.
She sat back down on the garden's bench and opened the box, not even watching as the mailman took a brief tour of the garden, admiring its raw, natural beauty and features, most notably the small fountain that attracted the nearby hummingbirds to take a dip.
UPS:
Wow...this is a beautiful garden you've got goin' here. Charge admission to see it, donate the proceeds to charity...shoot, that's what I'd do if ya ask me.
FIONA:
Appreciate the compliment. It's a good meditation spot, I'll say.
The man chuckled before turning around to make his exit...
UPS:
My husband loves these Japanese-style gardens. Mind if I bring him over to see it sometime...?
...but Fiona wasn't paying attention, even as he headed back out to his van. She was so entranced in the gift, wondering what Nigel could possibly have sent her. Like a kid at Christmastime, she quickly torn into the box and discovered a case containing a CD with the words "OPEN BOOK" written on it with a permanent marker, along with a letter from Mr. Richards himself.
Fiona couldn't help but shed a tear.
She needed the gift after feeling as if days upon days of hell had left her without any fruits to bear. In her conscience, she listened as the voice of the stately music producer read his message out loud to her, like a voice that came from God Himself.
16 September 2017
Dear Fiona:
I hope this letter finds you well. I never got the chance to express how honourable it truly was to have spoken to you in person, but being a producer in the music field is, indeed, quite hectic. Still, that's not a reasonable excuse and I humbly apologise to you for the oversight. You are one of the most talented people I have ever come across in my lifetime, and the very notion that you want to work this album whilst adding more to your already-busy schedule in regards to your regular job is very commendable and should be celebrated, not demeaned, by the general public.
I was very saddened and heartbroken to learn of the passing of your and your husband's mentor, Regina Kimble. She meant the whole world to you and helped shape your own life into what it is today. More importantly, her words will now have the ability to reach listeners from all over the world, and given the current political climate we're now living in, the very concepts of peace and love are the things that this planet needs more than anything else.
The band, led by Luke's undaunted spirit, began recording the backing elements to your tracks on the Open Book album this past July, and I am delighted to inform you that the recordings were completed on the 31st of August. In this package, you will find a compact disc which contains these tracks. You can visit our branch in Fort Worth, Texas anytime and record your vocals. I sincerely hope that these tracks are to your liking and fit the styling that you want to express to your fanbase.
Just remember one more thing: music, like wrestling, is a work of art. Works of art need time to blossom and grow. Don't rush in recording your vocals...refine your craft, let it become a reward for your accomplishments, and most of all, let your thoughts come to you.
Always keep in touch, for we will be there when you need us.
Warmest regards,
NIGEL RICHARDS
Producer, Millennium Studios
Dear Fiona:
I hope this letter finds you well. I never got the chance to express how honourable it truly was to have spoken to you in person, but being a producer in the music field is, indeed, quite hectic. Still, that's not a reasonable excuse and I humbly apologise to you for the oversight. You are one of the most talented people I have ever come across in my lifetime, and the very notion that you want to work this album whilst adding more to your already-busy schedule in regards to your regular job is very commendable and should be celebrated, not demeaned, by the general public.
I was very saddened and heartbroken to learn of the passing of your and your husband's mentor, Regina Kimble. She meant the whole world to you and helped shape your own life into what it is today. More importantly, her words will now have the ability to reach listeners from all over the world, and given the current political climate we're now living in, the very concepts of peace and love are the things that this planet needs more than anything else.
The band, led by Luke's undaunted spirit, began recording the backing elements to your tracks on the Open Book album this past July, and I am delighted to inform you that the recordings were completed on the 31st of August. In this package, you will find a compact disc which contains these tracks. You can visit our branch in Fort Worth, Texas anytime and record your vocals. I sincerely hope that these tracks are to your liking and fit the styling that you want to express to your fanbase.
Just remember one more thing: music, like wrestling, is a work of art. Works of art need time to blossom and grow. Don't rush in recording your vocals...refine your craft, let it become a reward for your accomplishments, and most of all, let your thoughts come to you.
Always keep in touch, for we will be there when you need us.
Warmest regards,
NIGEL RICHARDS
Producer, Millennium Studios
Fiona smiled, her visage glowing with delight as she started to head back inside the house. Yet deep down, she knew that Nigel was right from the very beginning--that everything DOES take time and patience to grow and blossom. She wanted to record the tracks right away, but she felt as if something was missing. At this point in time, Fiona would vow to not even THINK of recording her songs--not until she managed to accomplish her true goal in life, something that Regina Kimble had instilled into her soul--even from the grave.
Fiona McFly...wanted to try and become a mentor.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Fiona McFly...wanted to try and become a mentor.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.