The Story Told Through Songs
Chapter 4: Somebody to Love, by Jefferson Airplane.
Trent laid in bed staring at the stained ceiling of the motel room he and Cody had been sharing for a week now. Their money was almost gone, and Trent was scraping by a miserably living as a busker. This motel was by no means an easy place to live in, either. The room next door to the right housed a family of seven, one mother and six children. Trent suspected, correctly, that they were illegal Mexican immigrants. However, he also admitted that the woman was very sweet and kind, and that only her two youngest children were a handful. The room next door to the left tended to house a wide array of guests who rarely, if ever, stayed for more than a night. It was a room that was used mostly for one night stands with cheap hookers. Not that Trent ever payed any mind to who stayed there, mind you, but after a while he began to notice some of the prostitutes who were frequently taken there. He found all of them to be rather ugly, and wondered just who the hell would pay to have sex with them. Afterward, he began to take notice of their customers, and understood just who would pay them...
Cody enters the room in a sullen mood. Trent gets up. "Hey, any luck?"
"No..." Cody takes off his shirt. "I give up, dude..."
"I know how that feels..." Trent turns away in disgust at the moans from the room to the left. "Anyway, are you sure she said LA?"
"Does it matter?" Cody sits down in his bed. "She most likely lied..."
"I'm sorry, buddy..." Trent lays down again. "What now?"
"I can't go back home." Cody sighs. "My dad will kill me for dropping out of college."
"Same here..." Trent sighs. "Well better hit the streets..."
"Me too, I'll look for a job." Cody gets up, and puts his shirt back on. "I'd take anything, man..."
Trent was standing in the busy sidewalk, his guitar case open and empty. He sings 'California Dreaming' by The Mommas and the Poppas, but no one is stopping to listen. Suddenly...
"Hey guy." A pretty red haired woman drops her guitar case next to his. "Wanna duet? We'll split the earnings 50-50."
"Uh.." Trent is stunned by her beauty. She is 5 foot two, B cup breast size, pure white skin with a tattoo on her lower backside. Her red hair in a bowl cut, her green eyes full of life, her ruby red lips in a smile.
"Kay then, know 'Somebody to Love' by Jefferson Airplane? Cuz that's what I'm singing." The girl begins strumming her guitar, and elbows Trent to do the same. They start playing...
When the truth is found to be lies
(Cody sighs, putting his short back on. He takes a look at hos picture of Heather. He frowns.)
and all the joys within you dies
(Cody tears the picture in two. A single tear streams down his face, as he heads out to find work.)
don't you want somebody to love
(Heather sighs. She's at work. Today, she's dressed up as the Hot Nurse.)
don't you need somebody to love
(Heather receives a 20 dollar tip from a married gentleman.)
wouldn't you love somebody to love
(Heather puts her clothes back on. She'll be on again in an hour.)
you better find somebody to love
(Cody reads the newspaper at the public library. He's looking through the classifieds.)
When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
(Cody can't find anything he can do...)
and your mind is full of red
(Cody bitterly remembers how happy he was with Heather.)
don't you want somebody to love
(Cody exits the library. He wears a scowl on his face.)
don't you need somebody to love
(Cody kicks a stone off the ground. It almost hits someone.)
wouldn't you love somebody to love
(Angry at the world, Cody heads back to his motel room.)
you better find somebody to love
(Cody ignores his neighbors, furiously walking to his room. He sees his next door neighbor crying her heart out as she is being evicted, while her younger children are crying as their toys are being thrown away.)
your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
(Heather is panting and sweating. Dancing on that pole is NOT easy.)
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
(Heather takes out a picture of Cody. Tears begin to form as she remembers happier times.)
don't you want somebody to love
(Heather can hardly see the letters in her book. She wipes out the sweat off her brow. The manager enters her room.)
don't you need somebody to love
(Heather almost falls off the platform, but she catches herself. The local guard, Roy, looks at her with great concern.)
wouldn't you love somebody to love
(Cody begins his new job at the burger joint.)
you better find somebody to love
(A fellow employee of Cody's looks at him. She has an obvious crush on him.)
tears are running ah running down your breast
(Trent blushes as he steals glances at the girl playing with him. What is her name?)
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
(Heather stumbles out of the club. Her vision somewhat blurred, she can't see Roy walking toward her.)
don't you want somebody to love
(The girl asks Cody if he's looking to make more money. He answers yes.)
don't you need somebody to love
(Trent greatly admires the girl's singing voice. He blushes as he looks at her backside. "Nice tattoo...")
wouldn't you love somebody to love
(Cody meets the girl's brother in a back alley. He looks nervous...)
you better find somebody to love
"Come on Heather, you can't walk to your place the way you are." Roy holds Heather in his arms. "Let me call you a cab. Don't worry, it's on me tonight..."
"Thanks Cody..." Heather passes out from exhaustion. Her picture falls off her pocket, which Roy picks up.
"This guy...her ex boyfriend?" Roy chuckles. "What a lucky bastard..."
Meanwhile...
"My God..." Cody gulps. His body was shaking, but he at least keeps his cool. He takes out a small packet of cocaine and gives it to the man. The man in turn hands him a twenty. Cody stares at the bill, and at the amount of packets he has left. He still has thirty packets left. He smiles. Money...
"Hey, you're pretty good guy! Name's Kay." the red headed girl high fives Trent. She takes out the large amounts of money that they had gathered from their busking, about thirty five dollars. "Here's your half, here's mine. See ya!"
Trent keeps on staring at Kay. "She's awesome..."
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