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Giraffe attack

—music is everything baby!

By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago Updated 12 months ago 5 min read
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Giraffe attack
Photo by Nubelson Fernandes on Unsplash

Mr. Gi Raffe was a tough guy. A business guy. He was also savvy with the music scene, he was trying to get in with this huge gig at an extremely high end night club down town.

“You gotta long neck, bro. It’ll cause the band to be distracted. You’ll need better lighting, too. How can you possibly see the keyboard?” The manager spouted out, and after Mr. Raffe hung up the call and they worked out the time and details, he slammed his phone angrily on the table.

“Damn old fashioned elephant! He must be racist!” He yelled out loud to himself. “Like a wooly mammoth! Needs to get with the times.”

He started angrily playing Beethoven’s Fifth with his eyes closed, hitting each key harder than he needed to.

“Long neck! Long neck? Hah! I play by feel! By memory! By talent! What..” he slammed the keys. “A…” he punched the black and white ivories. “HACK!”

“But you need the money.”

The frustrated musician turned and saw his girlfriend, Ga Zalle.

He called her Gal.

He jumped a tad in his seat as she had startled him, but then he smiled and silently motioned her to sit on his lap.

Her long angular, slender hind legs made his neck arch lower to see them.

“Damn baby,” he cooed as she sat on his lap. “You been working out.” He caressed her thigh. She shooed him away teasingly.

“My gym membership expired, honey buns. Did you secure that gig yet or what?” She asked and he nodded.

“I did, Gal, baby. Don’t you worry. You’ll never be without.”

“True that. I know my baby is gonna be a star one day… and won’t deal with those thick hided jerks ever again…” she said with pouted lips.

“I don’t wanna be at the top. Just want my music to be recognized, the art is important to me…” he explained to her in a flurry of passion.

She nodded, moving closer to his lanky and tall frame. “That’s why I wanna marry your cute butt. You are such a beautiful soul.”

He felt his heart flutter. “Gal, you’re my beautiful queen. I love you so much.”

She looked up, way, way up, and grinned. “Love you too baby.”

He started to play her an impromptu romantic ballad on the keyboard but got so into it, his dinner plate sized tapping got tangled in his girlfriend’s horns. Understandably, they started laughing, thinking it was a funny moment.

The rest of the week up until the booking at the club went fine. He had gone into a studio his friend, Wal Rus, had gotten passed down from his father so they could start on a demo jazz and hip hop record. It would have a limited release and only some select stores(not the big chains) would agree to carry it for a brief period of time.

“So, if this asshole of a manager likes what you do, you might be signed on for the season?” Wal, “Wally,” postured, slapping his hands on the top on a speaker in a tired manner.

“I guess so. We’ll see. I think he already hates me. I mean, you just get the feeling right off the bat. You don’t need to confirm it. The vibes coming off him stink. Like bad eggs. Bad fish. Like bad-”

Wally stuck up his fins, snorting loudly, “Ok, ok! I get it! We get it! Man. Whoosh! He’s a racist. He’s something else. Damn!”

Gi laughed in a chortle. “Sorry. Sorry, man. Just a lot of fuckin’ pressure. If I don’t get it… I don’t know what’ll I do.”

“You could always play back-yards and prisons. Like Johnny Cash.”

He threw his long back so far it cracked, laughing obnoxiously. “Wally, you kill me,” he dead panned after the laughter stopped like a perfectly cut off symphony.

“Looks like you almost killed yourself doing that aerobic move, man!” Wally countered and Gi pushed his friend in truth.

“Shut the hell up! I’ll play in a pot hole! You suck!” He got up and started to leave.

Wally sat up straighter and felt bad. “Hey man! Don’t run off that way! I didn’t mean it! Come on!”

“Gotta get ready, Wally old boy! Got my gig coming up tonight! Night old chap!!” Gi yelled.

“You always have a crappy British accent when you’re pissed! Get that looked at after the gig!” Wally laughed as his friend left the studio in a loud huff.

Gi started huffing again and went to the bar, drinking a couple of beers, then in a flurry rushed to go home, take a shower, get dressed, grab his equipment and headed out the door. He texted his girlfriend where the club was, and what time he’d be on. She said she’d be there.

He felt a bit better and more confident.

This wouldn’t be like LaLaLand, where once he got fame their relationship would fall apart.

The manager started texting him to get there earlier than seven and also to bring other equipment they hadn’t agreed to as he was walking to the bus stop.

It was six twenty two and time was ticking.

There was no way he could get anymore equipment last minute like this.

He felt himself turning around in a steadfast stressful dance and tumbling about, asking random strangers if there was any businesses open right now that were selling or renting out instruments.

Most were unhelpful or just ignoring him.

One grumpy hippo of a man did have an idea where a close store might be off Big Bend Boulevard about two blocks down from where he was at.

Gi tried to mentally remember the directions, thanking the stranger.

And ran like hell.

He ran so hard and fast, he tripped and fell, and tumbled—-into a hole.

“Fuck!” He yelled, the irony of it all sinking in. It was a bad joke. It was a pot hole.

A concerned crowd soon covered around the tall giraffe, stuck in the pothole. He didn’t let it get him down. He played his music anyway. Like that damn cat in the white shoes, nothing would get him down.

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About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

I am a published author on Patheos.

I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.

The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.

My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon

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  • Babs Iverson12 months ago

    Well done!!! Enjoyed the read and left some love!!!

  • Holly Pheni12 months ago

    This is so cute and clever!

  • Gosh, this was so amazing! You always manage to come up with ideas that I would never be able to think of in a million years! Fantastic story and I loved their namea!

  • Quincy.Vabout a year ago

    The dialogue between Gi Raffe and his friend, Wal Rus, was witty and entertaining. Overall, it was an enjoyable read.💗💗

  • Brenton Fabout a year ago

    So very different but an entirely pleasant read - like a breathe of fresh air through a stuffy room - like Vyvyann would say "Completely Brilliant! (love the swearing animals!)

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    This is great. Love it

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