Turn, Turn, Turn
Sept 20, 2016 8:00:55 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Sept 20, 2016 8:00:55 GMT -5
Echo Rigby took a swig from a water bottle and trudged along the hiking trail, a small bag and a backpacker guitar slung over her shoulders. A wide-brimmed brown hat kept the sun off her face and her hair back, some aviator shades on. A makeshift GoPRo camera recorded her trek.
“Well it’s time. They say for everything there comes a season, every purpose under heaven; these are thoughts as old as Ecclesiastes, as filtered through folkie Pete Seeger and those British Byrds to commercial success. Looking back on my time in Lion’s Den I can see these parallels, I can apply the parable. Spending the proverbial forty days and nights out in the wilderness that was LDFC up and down the Carolinas, to forgive any possible reference to another Lion’s Den wrestler, that was my time to bend my knee at the learning tree.”
She looked up at the redwood before her with a smirk, shaking her head slightly before moving on up the wooded hillside.
“Like many others, I took on that task… took all the training to heart like some Biblical teachings. Rose up from my knee and then I took myself forth like an instrument of expression, a traveling minstrel singing the praises and sending out my honest message. Like a folk singer full of inspiration and a yearning to be heard. And they heard, but I could only do so much. As the plane touched down on that final Lion’s Den flight, it wasn’t a Skynyrd crash and burn, man. I survived. Just like now, seems that 3GW rises from the ashes of what was Lion’s Den like a phoenix, the Peacemaker flies high like a free bird, man.”
She paused to see a large bird in flight soaring overhead and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself.
“I know I’m not the only one; so many of my classmates, some friends and some not have taken that long incredible journey here. What did they used to say? Go West, young man? Reckon that applies to a hippie chick with goals on her mind. Glitz? Glamour? Glory? Several steps up from the rustic Tarheel land we leave behind, going to California with not so much as an ache in my heart but a yearning. This ain’t school anymore. For me, I look at this Thursday Night Challenge match as graduation day to bigger and better things. We are all grown up now… well, most of us. And I get to stand with my classmates, some on my side and some on the other; an 8-Man Tag match that features some of the best that LDFC had to offer. Most of ‘em have had more success than me. Emily, Jensen, MacRear, Keegan… half of ‘em held gold before. Tillman beat Nest, no small task. I guess we can remember the past fondly but then know that the future is now, and this match is our first impression on a whole new batch of fans out here in Hollywood. It takes a lot to captivate the Californians’ minds. You got to be interesting, you got to be entertaining. Bright lights, big city… everywhere you turn there’s something else competing for your attention and your dollar.”
She looked down and found a faded and ripped dollar bill stuck under a fallen branch. She kneeled down and picked it up, continuing on her journey using another branch as a makeshift walking stick.
“I’m just a singer with a song and a message. Life is beautiful, man. I want to show each and every one of them in that audience or however they watch that I love this business, I love the fans, I love the world, and I love life. We might not have the last match on this first show, but I for one plan on sending the people home with some lasting memories. Like a little low budget motion picture that nobody had heard of and then it gained some steam to take the world by storm, and when the audience filed out of the theater they knew they had seen something magical on the big screen. That’s what I want to give ‘em. A highlight reel performance. I’m not Pete Seeger quoting the Bible. I’m the Byrds tying it all together and 3GW will be the crossroads where the Peacemaker becomes the Hitmaker. It’s the sign of things to come, man.”
Echo finally made it to her destination and sat down, looking around at the huge white HOLLYWOOD sign and seeing the city far below.
“Well it’s time. They say for everything there comes a season, every purpose under heaven; these are thoughts as old as Ecclesiastes, as filtered through folkie Pete Seeger and those British Byrds to commercial success. Looking back on my time in Lion’s Den I can see these parallels, I can apply the parable. Spending the proverbial forty days and nights out in the wilderness that was LDFC up and down the Carolinas, to forgive any possible reference to another Lion’s Den wrestler, that was my time to bend my knee at the learning tree.”
She looked up at the redwood before her with a smirk, shaking her head slightly before moving on up the wooded hillside.
“Like many others, I took on that task… took all the training to heart like some Biblical teachings. Rose up from my knee and then I took myself forth like an instrument of expression, a traveling minstrel singing the praises and sending out my honest message. Like a folk singer full of inspiration and a yearning to be heard. And they heard, but I could only do so much. As the plane touched down on that final Lion’s Den flight, it wasn’t a Skynyrd crash and burn, man. I survived. Just like now, seems that 3GW rises from the ashes of what was Lion’s Den like a phoenix, the Peacemaker flies high like a free bird, man.”
She paused to see a large bird in flight soaring overhead and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself.
“I know I’m not the only one; so many of my classmates, some friends and some not have taken that long incredible journey here. What did they used to say? Go West, young man? Reckon that applies to a hippie chick with goals on her mind. Glitz? Glamour? Glory? Several steps up from the rustic Tarheel land we leave behind, going to California with not so much as an ache in my heart but a yearning. This ain’t school anymore. For me, I look at this Thursday Night Challenge match as graduation day to bigger and better things. We are all grown up now… well, most of us. And I get to stand with my classmates, some on my side and some on the other; an 8-Man Tag match that features some of the best that LDFC had to offer. Most of ‘em have had more success than me. Emily, Jensen, MacRear, Keegan… half of ‘em held gold before. Tillman beat Nest, no small task. I guess we can remember the past fondly but then know that the future is now, and this match is our first impression on a whole new batch of fans out here in Hollywood. It takes a lot to captivate the Californians’ minds. You got to be interesting, you got to be entertaining. Bright lights, big city… everywhere you turn there’s something else competing for your attention and your dollar.”
She looked down and found a faded and ripped dollar bill stuck under a fallen branch. She kneeled down and picked it up, continuing on her journey using another branch as a makeshift walking stick.
“I’m just a singer with a song and a message. Life is beautiful, man. I want to show each and every one of them in that audience or however they watch that I love this business, I love the fans, I love the world, and I love life. We might not have the last match on this first show, but I for one plan on sending the people home with some lasting memories. Like a little low budget motion picture that nobody had heard of and then it gained some steam to take the world by storm, and when the audience filed out of the theater they knew they had seen something magical on the big screen. That’s what I want to give ‘em. A highlight reel performance. I’m not Pete Seeger quoting the Bible. I’m the Byrds tying it all together and 3GW will be the crossroads where the Peacemaker becomes the Hitmaker. It’s the sign of things to come, man.”
Echo finally made it to her destination and sat down, looking around at the huge white HOLLYWOOD sign and seeing the city far below.