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Miller had the itch to have a heavy trek on the trails. He loads up and head’s to the zone. On the way he is able to notice a doe looking at him through a fence. The habitat near the water treatment plant where there are several acres closed off. In between the vines along the fence between all the growth a deer is standing looking out of the chain link window it views from. The deer’s silhouette is surrounded by sunflowers. The image is stuck in time for Miller to gain the view through the chain link window. “Awesome,” is his description. A spectacle that stokes his motivation for a long ride. He wanted to feel the work of his effort. He got to the trail and began his ride. He went a ways and it wasn’t enough. He needed to amplify his ride, and knew he couldn’t do it without making some adjustments. He had a small pack he rigged to the bottom of the seat of his bike. So he stopped and got a small tool that would help him tweak his setup. He went to work on the bike. He raised the seat first, and then tightened the gears. He knew to make sure his brakes were in. Then he went for it.

Miller was glad to eat the food left over on the stove when he got home. He hadn’t been that hungry since the last time he rode the entire trail, twice. It was good, and had a conversation with his sister when she turned the corner.

This moment took his mind off everything he could be thinking just to notice his surroundings. He was gaining the perspective of knowing this was going to be his life. It was a humbling realization to gain this knowledge on his own.

Miller’s gratitude met his feeling as he was complete. So he kept riding to finish out the ride he needed. The temperature was up and so was his performance. He made landings from jumps on average about four feet higher than normal. The extension he gave his legs proved worthy of the brake tightening due to the shredding his bike was performing to the track. It was chilling how intense he got with no stop in mind. He was pedaling faster and he could smell the dirt of the trail over his heavy sweat. He needed to keep going toppling roots that where at the top of so many inclines, and he had to watch for the ones in the low areas to not get knocked off. Winding back and forth through this stretch he felt as if he were gaining on something. The trail opened and he went for it he knew there was an up and coming turn with off set ground he would want to hit with power to ride the wall up one of the mounds of dirt a tree grew out of.

The turn was tough, and Miller ended up in the tree’s, but it was cool he needed another puff of smoke for the ride out. He had finished. This reminded him, the scientist Fredward, did mention to Miller that occasionally to check along the water treatment fence line behind the little signs on the fence that warn not to tamper with the water due to being charged with a crime. He would stash a baggy with some of the cannabis trimmings he would have thrown into the trash compost with the lot of the plant trimmings for plant maintenance and the residue usually left by experiments behind a sign. Miller did just that, the ride and the crash were a bit exhausting, but not enough to send him home. After he found a bag, Miller rode back to a spot out of sight on the trails to relax with the inhale of smoke that would bring him back to a resting point. He felt like he got a lot of exercise that day, and it made him feel pretty good. So Miller got out a flip pad he started carrying with him to write in. He worked on a song for a completion of it. The next thing he did was go back to the water treatment plant to see if the new girl was there. She wasn’t so he went home to his room where he could stretch out on his bed. The ride had been a good one that day. Miller knew eventually he would need to pick out and learn how to use some instruments. The next minute he was out fast asleep. When he woke up he could only wonder if anything was going on at the water treatment plant at this time if being not really night anymore but not even morning. So he went without noise through the house to his bike then down the slope of his drive way.

He really hoped someone was there and that it could be fun. Miller had to make a quick move before he started rolling on his two-wheel spoke machine. He sparked a light to huff-in the rest of what he had rolled in his pocket. That hit the spot and so off he went to the highest height. When he got to the water treatment plant he was surprised at all the lights that were on. Then he realized that the facility had to run all night and all day to do its job. He wasn’t surprised after all. Then she came outside like clockwork and he could not believe it. “Hey, you!” Is all he could get out about her while he looked. She looked shocked while he made his way up to her. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see if anything goes on here at night.” “You don’t need to be here.” “What’s wrong?” He asked. She didn’t seem to care and took him to the closet again. “Wait, you’re just gonna have me leave now?” “Yeah, so leave.” Then she gave him a kiss on the lips then walks away. He just stood their wondering how old she was.

Miller left, thinking about nothing. As he got to bed he realized how tired he was and was glad to fall asleep. The next morning he knew he had to get to the water plant to work. When he got there he came to the understanding that the girl whom he had thought worked there wasn’t just there for the cannabis research. She was also federally employed, but was not a scientist she was more involved with the research of the effect of the cannabis. Miller noticed a computer screen that had been left open when he walked in. She indeed was a doctor of some kind, had a list of notes that were about her patients mental state after the use of the plant material. If they had feelings of anxiety, fear, able to focus under pressure, felt better when ill, dealing with pain. The list went on and on and on. The results were gender mixed and logged by date of the interview. Miller knew he probably didn’t need to see this so he turned to walk away. “Like what you’ve been reading?” Fredward Sampson had snuck up behind him without him knowing. “Your job description does not have anything to do with computer work Mr. Miller.” Miller was aware that he had been looking for a few minutes now, “I was just reading because I have never seen this computer in use. I was just seeing what it was about.” Fredward was not worried that Miller had seen the likes of the content, “You didn’t do anything wrong, just don’t make it a habit to see what other parts of this place produce, strictly tend to the work you are responsible for, alright?” Miller understood and only said that he had realized that.

Miller finished writing a few more songs before he realized he needed a guitar. When he finally got one he knew it was only best for strumming, and wouldn’t take it out of his room. Which was fine because he didn’t have the money to get an amp yet. The amp that he wanted was more expensive than what he had.

The next ride was for Miller to exhaust himself like he hadn’t done in a while. Miller rode hard until he was tired. He took a break. He sat down on a downed tree to look about. He started singing with what he saw, naming whatever he sung about. The louder he was the more comfortable he got. The echo from the tree bottom helped him get the pitch he wants. He sang, and kept singing with the pitch he wants. He sang, and kept singing with the pitch he got.

He felt well practiced when he finished, and knew more practice was needed. Miller decided, when he got home, that he needed to go through his notes on the songs he was inventing.

He was surprised at how much he had come up with. He made a list of the songs. After getting back he did quite a bit of writing.

He wasn’t tired when he finished just began to take notice of the length he had been doing this.

He sang under his breadth as he wrote, and liked what he got. It was becoming creative. He was really getting something out of riding their was no way he was not, he could feel it. It was getting more energized when he wrote, he felt better about writing because of it.

He wanted to make some money. Miller hadn’t worked that much that week, and he decided he would spend more time in the lab than he ever had. When he decided on this it was about his income. Miller needed money, and because he had the opportunity of a job that was what he needed to invest his time in. Fredward worked a whole lot Miller remembers that the most he had seen Fredward was really the first two days he met him. The day he saved his life, and the day he started work. Fredward occasionally popped up, but it was usually when Miller was the busiest he had ever been to that point. Fredward would only ask rhetorical questions that Miller would have to think about. The more he worked the more money he had. Miller couldn’t believe it he had more money than he ever had in only a month of doing this.

He wasn’t riding or coming up with as many musical ideas like before, but he had increased his personal finances more than he ever had. He even started to be able to answer those questions Fredward was always asking him. Miller realized that they had to do with the work he was doing. Fredward started to appear more also with Miller’s addition to work to his normal routine. The more Fredward would talk about what he did for the water plant.

He would go on and on about molecules involved what he did. Miller understood when he started talking about things that were on the periodic table. Miller remembers this from school, and he realizes he wasn’t going back to school. He was overjoyed school was over. Miller could do this job for a while this was much better for him. He didn’t have trouble focusing like he had been in school. He felt free.

The next thing he knows he is buying his amp. Now that he buys the amp he decides to keep working because he just knew to. Miller did he just kept working, and got pretty good at it. It was nothing for him to pull a shift like nothing had happened. This was true even though several hours would go by. He got good at time management where working was what he did before taking a ride, and making some music. The weekends were his grace period where he could sleep extra if he needed to. He always made sure to put something good in his stomach whether it would be fruit or ice cream.

A new edition to this routine was strumming his guitar whenever he got the chance. He would sing to himself making sure not to be heard while mastering his songs in his bedroom. He was also making early morning rides on the weekends to work on his voice. The pitch he could get in the hollow he was in was to good to be true. It really was like being able to get something exactly as he wanted to sound. He couldn’t believe he was able to practice this way.

As he sang Miller was able to key lines he wrote in some of his songs. The work he was doing gave him what he needed he was ready. The lake he knew of he could perform at. He knew when and where he was going to be able to do this. It happened to be right in the summer. Miller had the money now that this would cost. He brought the show to some event holders and persuaded them to do business with him.

When the day came, he looked out to the crowds that were making they’re way. The sounds he was producing must have made it off the waves. Miller had used an area on the lake that was a natural amphitheatre, and had his stage erected by whom he hired after negotiating with his vendors. Miller took a flight afterwards he had made a good amount with the vendors he had hired along with other things like the merchandise he sold along with the music as he played. They recorded it while selling what they sold. When the show was over people stood in line to buy the music. The airport was not far away that he might be able to leave from, but he’ll want to make arrangements for another show.

Miller went back to the park, and stopped at the water treatment plant just outside the fence. The small sign on the fence held a baggy for Miller. The money he made was sent to his account, when he checked he knew he would have another show. So he wrote another song, and sang it in the hollow before leaving. Miller would take some time for his music to reach new listeners. He played well that day and realized it might have been a good idea to record the music.

The next day Miller went to work at the water treatment plant, and realized no one was around. This didn’t mean much to him just what he noticed, he guessed.

Miller wasn’t going to miss out on this. He used the facility for his amplification. He was going to use the hall he first noticed the larger pipes running in and out of the walls. He was going to use the hall like the hollow. He found a pitch that changed everything. That propelled Miller to a different level. He didn’t return home. The case was he heard something he had never heard. The water in the tubes amplified sound in a way that Miller was able to hear. He listened to his voice as he reached the right sound as he could hear it. As he began to picture the tubes as clear with a bluish tube of rushing bubbles he was able to tailor the sound to the volume that matched the pitch to create a sound that he couldn’t say he had heard before.

This wasn’t strange to him, but finally he felt he got to what he knew he had. It would just take practice to be able to use it. Miller was as astonished when Fredward appeared out of nowhere. “Didn’t think I would see you again.” Miller was surprised at this comment. “What do you mean this was one of the funniest parts of my life? You can’t get the stuff you grow anywhere else.” This did surprise Fredward. “Oh, I know, I guess. I see you are still interested in music, huh.” Miller felt no reason to be embarrassed. He just looked at Fredward like he knew.

“I have been singing a lot lately. I have to admit I like it a lot.” Fredward smiled, “I guess, so.” Miller wondered what this meant, but knew it was harmless. “So do you mind that I make random visits now that I don’t really live like I used to.”

“If you ever don’t know how to get in, ring the buzzer on the door.” Miller grinned, “I thought the buzzer didn’t work anymore.’ “You don’t tell anyone just ring it if you don’t get the door open.” They look at each other, “You’ve gotten very talented I would appreciate to hear your music.” Miller couldn’t believe the compliment after thinking their conversation was leading elsewhere. Fredward did what he did as he left the hallway. Miller was glad he left and started thinking about his new addition to the music he was making. Before he had to leave again he went ahead and purchased a small place not to far from the water treatment plant. This would allow him to go back somewhere when he knew he wouldn’t be performing his music.

He did know he would probably need a plane so he went to the airport there to see if he could buy a plane. He just got himself there, and then Miller decided to walk around until he could get someone he knew would talk to him about buying his own plane. The guy he bumped in to, took him to an office and opened a book for Miller to look at so he could choose his plane. It took awhile for him to choose on what he wanted to buy. He found the one he wanted filled out some paper work, then takes off. That was it the guy at the airport stood there for a while looking out the office door hanging onto the paper work as he looked.

When Miller got back from this excursion he went over to the water treatment plant to do some more fidgeting around when he got there he got in, and decided he would pull out from the discard bin, and hold onto it for later. He didn’t know if he wanted to go to the trail park or to the other place close by where he could live for times like these. Miller thought he would leave. So he made it to this place and decided to go in. He was probably going to pass on a trail ride.

So when he decides to pull out what he grabbed at the water treatment plant he set it to the side, and decided to write a song on his achievement of where he had gotten himself. He took a chance with hard work, and now had a whole lot to look forward to. How he found a voice and wanted to share it more. This was the beginning he had worked for. Miller knew he was on the right path towards his life. The life he was now enjoying waiting to see what it would bring. He couldn’t believe it had happened so fast.