The Apple Tree - 16. Chapter 16

After Tony left, I went to the store where I bought the jackets; I had one printed with Anna's name. Next was the clothing store where I bought two blue shirts and two black tuxedo pants. I wasn't done; I went to a print shop and had calling cards made. I brought a picture of Tony playing his guitar. The guy at the print shop photoshopped the picture by coloring Tony's shirt blue and replacing his jeans with black slacks. We added the name, the Blue Minstrel, and put my name as the agent with my phone number. I then went to the sewing center and bought 2 yards of blue cloth. Now that I had my shopping done, I was ready to call Mrs. Wilson.

When Mrs. Wilson answered the phone I explained I was Tony's agent and I wanted to formalize the gig for Sunday. She said the event was to celebrate her husband's birthday and would like Tony to be there from 7 to 9. I explain that Tony would play a 20-minute set every half hour for two hours. The fee will be 200 dollars for two hours. She agreed and said she'd have a check ready when we arrived. I told her to make the check out to me. With all the arrangements made, I packed everything into the trunk of the car.

When I arrived at the store, Jane was ready to go home. I took over her cash register and mentally prepared to work. I took the calling card and taped it to the side of my register so customers can see it. Tony came behind me at the register, tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around, kissed me. "You know that this means war." He just laughed and walked back to the aisle where he was working. It wasn't till quitting time when he saw the calling card.

"Does this mean you finalized Sunday?"

"Yes it's all set; 200 dollars for 2 hours of 4 sets, 20 minutes on, and 10 minutes break after each set. It's Mr. Wilson's birthday so I hope you know the tune to Happy Birthday."

As we passed the farmhouse, I remember I had some clothes in the trunk. "I have to drop off some clothes that needed a wash, so why don't you drive to the shack and I'll catch up to you." I took the shirts and blue cloth, waved goodbye, and watch Tony drive away. "Grandmother, Tony's going to play at a party on Sunday; I need a minstrel's shirt for him. This is our calling card, the Blue Minstrel."

"Leave the new shirts, I'll see that they are washed and ironed by Sunday. As for the minstrel shirt, I'll check and see if I can find a picture, I'll show you before I start cutting the material."

"Thanks, Grandmother, you're the best."

With that, I start jogging to the shack. When I got there all the lights were out. I knew Tony was about somewhere. I slowly open the door fully expecting something to fall on my head; nothing happened. I quietly tiptoed to our bedroom. When I switch on the light, there was Tony, nude, with his ass sticking up in the air. He had a devil smile on his face. But he was hot, and I was hard as nails in less than 5 seconds. I quickly disrobed, and when I jumped on the bed, the little shit turned over onto his back. That wasn't the problem; he had placed tape over his crotch so I couldn't see his dick. In black ink he wrote, surrender. Looking at him I knew I lost the war, for now. But I was a good captive and gladly surrendered to my punishment if that's what you want to call it.

Making love with Tony is the ultimate in love. He's so much a part of me and when we physically connect I truly believe our souls merged. There's no way I can exist without him. And the great thing, he feels the same way. Although I surrendered, the war isn't over. This POW is planning revenge.

"I think we need to talk to Mr. Thomas. You are getting busy with bookings and you don't need the money. You need to make a record of your favorite songs; we could send it to various radio stations and see what happens. Tony you're good and people like you, what do you say?"

"I don't know. I like to sing and play the guitar but I'm not sure I want to make a career in it. I still want to get my degree."

"You do realize that since the Wilson party, you have played every Sunday for the last three months. You have earned more than 6 months' wages as a stock boy. Why don't you give it some serious thought? Maybe you can ask Anna what she thinks about the idea."

"If I make it career what are you going to do? I may have to travel and be on tour or doing a gig somewhere else. I don't want to be away from you."

"As long as you have me in your heart, I'll be with you. Who knows, if the apple orchard is a success, I can travel with you doing off-season."

Tony just shook his head as if to say, 'I don't know and went back to work. A lot of the customers always complement Tony, as he started singing while he worked. Not loudly, but more softly to himself, but if you were within 30 feet of him, you could hear him sing.

Then I had a brilliant idea. Maybe Tony believed he couldn't make it as a singer. The first chance I had I would speak to Anna without Tony, I'd ask her to record several of Tony's songs on Monday night. Then I'd send them to several radio stations that primarily were music stations. If they thought his music was good, maybe Tony will rethink my idea.