Post by GalwayGirl on Jul 31, 2012 14:56:43 GMT -5
I got the idea for this after watching a video about Phil Coulter's career. That combined with the fact that it was filmed 17 years ago sparked the idea for this. I hope you all enjoy it.
Phil Coulter walked into his bedroom and settled down with a good book to read a bit before falling asleep.
Reading helped him relax and clear his mind, he had just returned from a record production and had had a wonderful day at home with his family.
Turning out the lights with his mind still active he thought of what the future might hold for himself, his family, and his songs and what bands or singers might be singing his music down the road.
Sometimes he felt like giving up, that his music would never make an impact on others lives like he wished it would.
It was in these moments of doubts in himself and his work that some of his better work would come out of.
Falling into a sounds sleep after some deep thinking he work up with a start as the clock struck 2 A.M.
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~
He actually did not as much wake up as begin to dream that he was awake, and something was standing over his bed.
Swallowing nervously with his throat dry he asked, "Who are you and what do you want?"
The shadowy figure spoke and said, "I am the ghost of your Music in the Future."
"Oh wonderful," Phil thought to himself, "My music is so horrid that it decided to come back to haunt me before I even wrote it."
"I am here to show you who some of the singers of your future music will be, and to show you what an impact your music will have on lives," the apparition continued.
Phil had never been one to turn his back on any project or challenge so he said, "Show me the worst of it then if you must."
Taking his hand the ghostly figure pulled Phil up into the air, Phil glanced down to see his sleeping form still comfortably asleep in his bed.
"This is already an out of this world experience," he thought as he and the ghost flew out into the night sky.
"What singers are you about to show me?" he asked curiously.
"Ones that will belong to a group you will help to manage and produce as well as write songs for," replied the Ghost.
"Couldn't you be a little more specific?" Phil asked, "Right now that could apply to any number of groups I am part of."
"This one will be special," the ghost insisted, "But you cannot see too much in the future for it may affect the way you make decisions and change the course of the group before it is even formed."
"Fine I won't pry too much, " Phil said with a sigh.
"We are in Derry," he commented as he flew over some familiar streets, "Do some of these singers live here now?"
"Yes but you are not meant to know where," the Ghost replied placing a blindfold over his eyes as they approached the middle of the city.
Phil bumped into the side of a house as they landed a few minutes and quite a distance away from where they started.
Removing the blindfold Phil peeked into the window above where they had landed.
Inside the house was a young boy, Phil judged him t be about 9 years old.
He had blonde hair which went down to his the bottom of his ears and he was fondling a guitar gently and tentatively running his hand along the strings.
"You mean this boy is going to be involved in a group I am to manage?" Phil asked his curiosity aroused by the sight.
The Ghost nodded in reply, just then some more people entered the room where the lad was sitting which Phil guessed to be the living room area.
It was the boys parents and what looked to be his younger sister.
The young girl with bright red hair, who was just a toddler, pointed at her older brother and said, Keithy took my wabbit and thwew him on the woof." she finished close to tears.
"Son is that true?" asked the father sternly.
"It was just for craic da. I dinna really throw Becca Bo's toy up there, just made her think I did." the boy replied staring his father down.
"I sincerely hope that I don't have to deal with pranks and attitude like that from him when he is older," Phil muttered under his breath.
"Sides, I have better ways of teasing Becca then that," the boy said proudly.
"Sure like sneaking frogs into your sisters and mum's bed," his father replied, "Lad whatever am I goin ta do with ye?"
"Make me take him off yer hands," Phil thought with a sigh, not realizing how true of a statement that was before the ghost beckoned to him again and they were off down the street leaving that house behind them.
Phil thought back to the blonde for a few minutes wondering how far into the future he was destined to meet the prank and obviously music filled lad again.
Phil Coulter walked into his bedroom and settled down with a good book to read a bit before falling asleep.
Reading helped him relax and clear his mind, he had just returned from a record production and had had a wonderful day at home with his family.
Turning out the lights with his mind still active he thought of what the future might hold for himself, his family, and his songs and what bands or singers might be singing his music down the road.
Sometimes he felt like giving up, that his music would never make an impact on others lives like he wished it would.
It was in these moments of doubts in himself and his work that some of his better work would come out of.
Falling into a sounds sleep after some deep thinking he work up with a start as the clock struck 2 A.M.
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~
He actually did not as much wake up as begin to dream that he was awake, and something was standing over his bed.
Swallowing nervously with his throat dry he asked, "Who are you and what do you want?"
The shadowy figure spoke and said, "I am the ghost of your Music in the Future."
"Oh wonderful," Phil thought to himself, "My music is so horrid that it decided to come back to haunt me before I even wrote it."
"I am here to show you who some of the singers of your future music will be, and to show you what an impact your music will have on lives," the apparition continued.
Phil had never been one to turn his back on any project or challenge so he said, "Show me the worst of it then if you must."
Taking his hand the ghostly figure pulled Phil up into the air, Phil glanced down to see his sleeping form still comfortably asleep in his bed.
"This is already an out of this world experience," he thought as he and the ghost flew out into the night sky.
"What singers are you about to show me?" he asked curiously.
"Ones that will belong to a group you will help to manage and produce as well as write songs for," replied the Ghost.
"Couldn't you be a little more specific?" Phil asked, "Right now that could apply to any number of groups I am part of."
"This one will be special," the ghost insisted, "But you cannot see too much in the future for it may affect the way you make decisions and change the course of the group before it is even formed."
"Fine I won't pry too much, " Phil said with a sigh.
"We are in Derry," he commented as he flew over some familiar streets, "Do some of these singers live here now?"
"Yes but you are not meant to know where," the Ghost replied placing a blindfold over his eyes as they approached the middle of the city.
Phil bumped into the side of a house as they landed a few minutes and quite a distance away from where they started.
Removing the blindfold Phil peeked into the window above where they had landed.
Inside the house was a young boy, Phil judged him t be about 9 years old.
He had blonde hair which went down to his the bottom of his ears and he was fondling a guitar gently and tentatively running his hand along the strings.
"You mean this boy is going to be involved in a group I am to manage?" Phil asked his curiosity aroused by the sight.
The Ghost nodded in reply, just then some more people entered the room where the lad was sitting which Phil guessed to be the living room area.
It was the boys parents and what looked to be his younger sister.
The young girl with bright red hair, who was just a toddler, pointed at her older brother and said, Keithy took my wabbit and thwew him on the woof." she finished close to tears.
"Son is that true?" asked the father sternly.
"It was just for craic da. I dinna really throw Becca Bo's toy up there, just made her think I did." the boy replied staring his father down.
"I sincerely hope that I don't have to deal with pranks and attitude like that from him when he is older," Phil muttered under his breath.
"Sides, I have better ways of teasing Becca then that," the boy said proudly.
"Sure like sneaking frogs into your sisters and mum's bed," his father replied, "Lad whatever am I goin ta do with ye?"
"Make me take him off yer hands," Phil thought with a sigh, not realizing how true of a statement that was before the ghost beckoned to him again and they were off down the street leaving that house behind them.
Phil thought back to the blonde for a few minutes wondering how far into the future he was destined to meet the prank and obviously music filled lad again.