The Castle

This is “The Castle,” the Spanish-style Starlight Shores mansion where I’ve been holed up for the better part of a month, since leaving Hidden Springs without any news from Kyra.  I don’t understand why she still won’t talk to me, either by email, telephone, or snail mail.  She can’t keep my child away from me, if indeed the child is mine.  I need to know.  The not knowing is killing me. 

After helping me unpack, Kristy went back to Bridgeport to work on that Moon Colony script (and to be with her new GF, Rachael).  I suspect she left because she didn’t like Madison. 

The last night before Kristy left, we went to this party given by Melanie Worthington, a local socialite.  We ended up hanging out in her grandson Girbits’ game loft. 

While I’ve been in hiding, I’ve been working on my guitar skills.  I’ve been writing this song that’s been on my heart ever since Kyra left.   She wanted marriage and a family and, well, I simply wasn’t ready for all that.  I was just a young naïve kid coming out of Sunset Valley.  I didn’t know anything about the world. 

This is my new set of wheels, a Hummer. 

And when I haven’t been writing my song, I’ve been cooking.  Experimenting with recipes.  The other day I made French toast for breakfast.  I think kneading dough relaxes me. 

Oh, Madison does come over on occasion, just before or just after concerts. 

“Dude, you are so good at this,” she said when I played a few bars of the song I was writing. 

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are.  What happened to you performing at Simfest?”

“I’m an actor, not a musician.”

“You’re lying.  You can’t help that you’re a musician.  Just like I can’t help that I’m a singer.”

“I was trained to be a musician,” I reminded her.  “Remember, that was the plan.  I was supposed to follow my parents in the biz.”

“I happen to believe you’re more of a natural musician than you are an actor.  I think you became an actor because you didn’t want to be like your father.”

Had to admit, that gave me a lot to chew on.