The news hit the street like a meteor falling to earth. While some see its bright streak cross through the sky before it quickly fades and is gone others miss it and act as though it never happened. “Jessie who?” Someone would ask while another replied stressing... “You know, t h e guy.” People listening in would nod and sounds of sudden remembrance would barely rise above the inaudible. Of course no one could ignore that weird afternoon just the other day when the power went out through the entire city and a bill was literally ripped in two along party lines at the capital. But since then, Washington DC had been relatively quiet.
There were a few street performers along the mall playing lackluster renditions of Jessie’s tunes but there was no life in those songs. No one quite knew where the band was yet several of Jessie’s groupies had been preparing a tribute to memorialize his life work. Meanwhile, at night, members of congress and influential lobbyists where celebrating moratoriums against new music groups while singing karaoke songs from The Bangles, Hall and Oates and Toby Keith. However embarrassing, as it was, they were the only songs they could find and they sang them loud and proud.
In the morning several of the girls, who religiously followed the song artist, went to the spot where they left his entire broken collection. Knowing there would no longer be any live performances, they felt some comfort having at least a reminder of what once was. However, when they arrived their hearts melted and a greater sense of panic and dismay overwhelmed them… standing there in silence, all they could do was look into the empty box where all that which had remained of his music… was gone.
One of the girls knew where a couple of the band members where hanging out so she ran to tell them Jessie’s broken collection was gone. Soon Jessie’s lead guitarist and favorite background vocalist arrived at the place in disbelief as they too found an empty box. With nothing left to do they decided to go back home but the young girl just stood there crying.
As she looked up and through her tear swept eyes she attempted to focus on the empty box, which was now being held up by two children who asked her, why she was crying. Not seeing them clearly she answered them, “Because they have taken away our songs and I don’t know where they have taken them.” As she turned to go she saw met another body standing behind her. At first she thought it was the custodian who took care of all the boxes. “What are you looking for?” He asked. “Please sir, if you’ve taken his collection and placed it somewhere else, could you tell me where I can go find it?” Then he hummed her favorite melody. Instantly she recognized the tune and flung herself into his arms. “It’s you!” she screamed. “You’ve got your voice back!”
Getting her to let go was no easy chore. But he gave her the task of finding the band and telling them in spite of what happened his songs hit the charts and he was headed to Number ONE. So, she found the band and told them, “I’ve seen Jessie!” and gave them his message.
That night, still afraid of the legislators who silenced Jessie’s voice, as most of the band was meeting in a secret place rehearsing some of the unfinished songs, Jessie suddenly appeared at the mic and showed them his new chords, which miraculously completed the songs they could not seem to finish on their own. Then he spoke up, “Until now you have had the music with you… but from now on, the music will be IN you.” Then he told them they were about to go on a worldwide tour that would run indefinitely. However, one of the band members wasn’t there when Jessie told them all of this so, being the drummer, he refused to believe it unless he could feel Jessie’s groove himself. It wasn't until eight days later as the band was having difficulty rehearsing because they just couldn't find the rhythm, Jessie walked in and all of a sudden the whole band found the pocket. Jessie, firm but with compassion, looked at the drummer and asked… “Do you feel me now?” Embarrassed the drummer clicked off the next tune and kept perfect time from then on even after Jessie left.
Several days later having returned home, when the band was alone, they decided to go up to the lounge where most of them hung out as kids and play some video games; it was something they used to do a lot before getting the band together. “What’s your score?” Someone yelled from below outside the window. They just kept their heads focused on the screen and grumbled as they hadn’t been doing well and had only managed to score a few points. Again, the voice from beyond the Xbox could be faintly heard… “Try playing from the right side of the screen.” It seemed like an odd suggestion but sure enough as soon as they repositioned themselves the points started rolling in… so much so they hit an all time high. The background vocalist who was Jessie’s favorite said, “It’s him!” and instantly the lead guitarist handed his controller to the drummer and ran down the flight of stairs.
When the rest of the band made their way down to the lobby they noticed all their equipment was set up and ready for them to jam. Jessie and the lead guitarist were deep in conversation. “Do you love me more than this?” Jessie asked him. “You know that I love your songs.” Was his reply to which Jessie followed... “Then take the mic.” Again, Jessie asked, “Do you love me?” and again the lead guitarist replied, “Like I said, I love your songs.”
“Then sing the melody.”
Once again, Jessie looked at him and asked, “Do you love my songs?” By this time the lead guitarist was offended that he hadn’t made himself clear enough to have to answer three times so he looked at his front man and said, “You know everything about me. Of course I love your songs.” To which Jessie replied, “Then lead the band.”
There was a moment of silence between them as the rest of the band looked on. Jessie continued. “When I discovered you, you were just a kid playing the guitar and video games or whatever you liked but I told you that you were gonna rock… and now you’ll play my chords, sing my melodies but people will do to you what they did to me… so, make it your song.”
“What about him?” the lead guitarist asked while pointing at the background vocalist. “Don’t worry about him.” Jessie replied, “You just worry about you." Then turning to the rest of the band he said, "You will have greater hits than I ever had and you will play for audiences I could never stand before… In just a few days you’re going to receive a new song, unlike one ever heard before and when you sing it you’ll sing it as a power ballad and it will move those who hear it... It’s a Hallelujah chorus. The melody is from me. But the song is yours. Therefore take this song on the road and teach it, making new bands and reminding people everywhere it’s a song of the past, for the present and to change the future…
It is the song that never ends… and it goes on and on my friends."
then Jessie left the building.