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Post by pfieffer on Sept 29, 2009 20:19:05 GMT -5
yay my first paul story that is not connected to anything.
Paul was walking down a street in Dublin. He was thinking, thinking really hard. So many things had happened to him this year, good and bad. But the bad seemed to out way the good. The idea had popped into his head more than once but he always brushed it away because it seemed so odd. But now it did not. It's possible he thought to himself. But he was thinking of all the people he would let down. He could never, could he. Paul wrapped his tan trench coat around him tighter. His thoughts worried him. But who could he talk to. He thought of so many people, but none seemed to the person he could really talk to. Paul turned the corner. A gust of wind made his scarf fly off his neck. So he turned on his heal as he ran to catch it. It went out into the street. Paul looked both ways and mad his way into the street. He grabbed his scarf and made his way back to the side walk. He put the red scarf around his neck, and continued walking in the direction he was going. He seemed to be walking for hours, when he came to a bench. He sat down, and continued to think. His mind was overwhelmed, he was stressed. Paul once again ran through names of who he could talk to. Then one name came to his mind. He thought he was going crazy. This person could never help him, well this person would but not with anything like this. He was to inexperienced. So Paul went through all the names of his friends, but the name popped up again. Paul noticed the time, he was late. He walked up the street into the pub, he was having lunch with Ryan who was visiting Dublin. He walked in, but their was no sign of Ryan. So he sat down at the bar. All the time the name that seemed so odd to him floated in his mind. Ryan finally came in. "Your late mate." Paul stated. "Sorry, someone here recognized me from Celtic Thunder so I had to give and autograph." "I see. Did she follow you here?" "No, Why?" "Just making sure, I enjoy having a personal life, ya know." "I here ya." Paul and Ryan finished their lunch and went their separate ways. Paul walked to his apartment. Still thinking of that name. There has got to be a reason that this name is popping up he thought to himself. He fumbled around for his keys, and finally fished them out of the pocket of his trench coat. He opened the door, he hung the tan coat and red scarf on his coat rack. He pulled his cell phone out of the inside pocket of the trench coat. He dialed the number. But was very reluctant to press talk. He just had to get all this off his chest. After much debating he pressed the little green talk button. The phone rang and rang. "Hello, Paul?" A deep voice questioned. "Hey..."
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Post by pfieffer on Oct 1, 2009 0:08:10 GMT -5
"Damian." Paul could not believe he was doing this. "Am I interrupting anything?" "No, why?" "Ya better sit down mate, I need to talk." The thoughts going through Damians head, were why me. Not in a rude way. And i have a bad feeling about this. Damian had a really close connection with Paul, But he could not figure out why Paul chose him, especially when Paul never talked to him about personal things. Damian sat down. "Spill mate." "Okay, first things first. Not really sure why I am calling you. But their has to be a reason. So I am calling you. Besides I know I can trust you." "Come on Paul, what is it." "Well I am thinking about putting singing on the back burner for a while."
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Post by pfieffer on Oct 3, 2009 0:42:55 GMT -5
well since y'all asked nicely LOL... more like demanded
"WHAT!?!" Damian screamed into the receiver. Paul held the phone away from his ear. "Have you gone off your rocker. Dude your nuts. Your loosing your mind." "Let me explain Damo." Paul tried to reason. "How you gonna explain this to the world Paul." "I can handle it." "Alright, what's going on. Cause this does not sound like the Paul I know." "Okay, well you know a lot has happened to me this year, getting sick, um and..." "Yeah, I know. But why would you put singing on the back burner." "Maybe they were signs. I have been singing so long." "Paul, what about you getting into Celtic Thunder, and into the Sleeping Beauty." "I know, I know, but I mean, the bad seems to out way the good. I know it seems weird, but can you believe that people get a little tired or bored with things." "Yeah, but how can you be bored Celtic Thunder keeps you on your toes." "But also, the early mornings late nights... it is keeping me from sleep too. I have a lot on my mind, and their have been so many nights recently where I have not slept." "I see. So why don't you tell me about it." "Well, I just did, I mean I definitely will come back to singing, maybe I should just take a break for a while. I mean their has got to be more to my life than singing." At that instant Damian immediately got what was going on, "You wanna find yourself. Well, go for it, I am behind you one hundred percent." "Thanks man. That means a lot." "So how are you going to start this finding your self?" "Maybe I will start by just taking a walk." "Go for it." "Thanks, gotta go take that walk." "Um, what about Sharon." "I'll figure something out." "Alright bye Paul. And if you ever need me, I am just a phone call away." Paul and Damian hung up. Paul finally realized why he called Damian, cause Damian was a smart kid. Paul never knew Damian would be so much help. Paul went to change into blue jeans, brown cowboy boots, a green sweater which he put on over hes blue and white striped oxford shirt. He walked to his coat rack. Slipped his cell phone into his trench coat pocket, and his keys into the other pocket. He put the trench coat on with a big swooping motion. He grabbed his red scar rapped it around his neck. With a purpose he opened the door, and walked out of his apartment. Paul started on a walk, that would change his life, in ways he could never understand. He passed the restaurant where he ate lunch with Ryan. He passed the bench, he stopped and turned back. "Can I help you?"
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Post by pfieffer on Oct 13, 2009 19:22:23 GMT -5
Paul asked a young women, who seemed frustrated. "Oh no, I am fine." The young blond said in an American accent that sounded more like she was from West Texas. "Are you sure, ya know I live here, maybe I can help." "No, no really, I don't need any help." The women was frustrated with both Paul and something else. Paul then plopped down next to the women. He was not going to leave till he helped. Paul started to smile. He started to hum, he was humming the tune of Ireland's Call. He then put his face really close to the woman's face and when she looked up she was staring at Paul. The woman screamed. Both she and Paul began to laugh. "Now ya sure you don't need me help." Paul said through laughter. The woman finally consented, "Yes, I do need your help. I am interning for a barrister at the college and I am lost." "Well I can help you. By the way my name is Paul, Paul Byrom." "Paul Byrom of Celtic Thunder." Exactly what Paul did not want to here, reluctantly he answered, "Yes, and you are." "Anne." she stated, "And your voice is amazing." Paul just kept smiling he did not want to be reminded of singing right now, that was the reason for this walk, journey, trek thing he was on, to get away from singing. "Thank you." Paul had to be a gentlemen. Paul walked Anne to the college which luckily was only a few blocks away. "Thank you so much." Anne was now rushing, but before she did, she gave Paul her business card, just in case. He pocketed the card. "Well, if this is where my journey takes me." He started to walk through the campus. He was reaching the center, when he saw a guy on the ground grabbing his ankle. "Excuse me can you help me." The guy was pleading to the people who walked past. Paul walked towards the man, "I will help you what's the matter." The man took his hands off his ankle...
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Post by pfieffer on Oct 25, 2009 1:10:41 GMT -5
He revealed a mass of blood, and what looked like his ankle bone protruding from the side of his ankle. Paul turned around and almost gagged. "What happened?" He managed to ask. The man was wearing a blue shirt and black shorts. He had a back pack on his back, he gestured to a bicycle that was a few yards away, "I was riding to my office, and was pushed by some rude person, and voila." "Oh my." Paul said. He bend down and took a closer look at the injury. With that he took his red scarf off, and tied it around the man's ankle. The scarlet color of the scarf was turning a deep maroon. "How about I take ya to the hospital." "What about my bike?" The man asked. "When I know your safe at the hospital I will come back and take it to your office." Paul replied. Paul got up and helped the man up. Placing his arm around Paul the man said, "My name is Angus." Paul looked at Angus the name suited him well, he had blond hair, green eyes, and was very fit, he must have worked out every day. He was tall. Paul felt like a wimp next to the man. Angus was able to hop on one foot all the way to the hospital without even breaking a sweat. "My name is Paul. What do ya do for living." It was a long walk to the hospital. "I am a barrister, on my way to work. I am helping some students this term." Angus replied, "You?" "Oh, I am a..." Paul paused, and reluctantly let out the answer he was trying to avoid of the strange walk, "singer." The two men finally reached the hospital. Angus gave Paul the address of his office. Paul then walked back to the campus where the bike was, with out any hesitations. When he got back the bike was gone. "Well isn't this great." He said out loud and too himself. Paul thought that maybe someone recognized the bike and brought it to Angus' office. Paul trekked to the office, only to find a surprise waiting for him.
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 1, 2009 23:24:31 GMT -5
"Who are you?" A man asked. "I am Paul, and you have a bike I am looking for." "Look, I am one of his students. I saw his bike and well I decided to take it here. Where is he." "In the hospital." "What?" "He broke his ankle. And I don't believe I caught your name." "Oh, sorry forgot my manners, I am Riley." "Is he okay." "Yeah, just a really bad break." Riley looked a little sad. "What's the matter?" Paul asked. Riley stood up. "Well ya see..."
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 8, 2009 23:31:38 GMT -5
"I was the one who knocked him over. I was worried I was going to be late." Riley explained. "Maybe you should go to the hospital and tell him everything."Paul tried to comfort. "Your right." Riley said, his face brightening. Riley proceeded to dash out the office, yelling, "Thank you, Paul I wont forget your generosity." Paul stayed in the office a few minutes longer. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting late. He wrote a note to Angus, saying if he needed any help to contact Paul. Paul left his information and headed out of the office. Paul headed home, going over what had happened that day in his mind. He met three nice people, two of which new each other, the other might have known them too. Reaching his apartment, Paul dug for his keys. He opened the door. Like his normal routine he took off his coat, place his keys on their hook. He reached for his scarf, but remembered it wasn't their. Paul's stomach growled, he went to the kitchen, and made a baked potato. After eating it and watching a few television programs, Paul went to bed. He went to his bedroom. He slipped into his white and blue striped pajamas. He slipped under his covers. All of sudden his phone rang. "Hello." He answered. "Paul, I need your help!"
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 13, 2009 18:40:44 GMT -5
Paul replied, "Okay, what can I do." "Let me in." The voice replied. Paul sit up in bed, "Excuse me." Paul thought maybe it was joke. "Let me in." "Let you in where?" Paul asked. "Your front door." Paul still holding the phone to his ear swung his legs out of bed, and slid his feet into his white four leaf clover bunny slipper. Paul trudged through his apartment. He opened the front door and dropped his phone. "Ta da." His new guest said in a sing song voice, holding a duffel and back pack. "How, what, who, um..." Paul stuttered, complete shock came over him. "How do I start," His guest said, "Well,"
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 15, 2009 0:14:06 GMT -5
"This is not a phone call away buddy." Paul interrupted Damian. "It is not my fault." He argued. "Then whose is it. And why are you here." "I can kill two birds with one stone." "Well then get too throwing." Paul said tapping his foot, the bunny ears on his slipper flopping up and down. "One word," "It better not be the word I am thinking." Paul warned. Damian gulped, "Sharon." he quickly dropped the duffel and put his hands over his face. "Don't kill me he pleaded." Paul ran and hugged him but the hug was more of tackle. "How did Sharon find out?" He asked Damian gulped again, "I um, kind of, um, told her." "What, Why!" Paul yelled. Damian put his finger to his mouth and shushed Paul. "You can't shush me." Paul said indignantly. "Your going to disturb your neighbors." Damian said, "And yes I can shush you, cause I have shushing power." "Says who?" Paul asked. "Hey, quit trying to change the subject." "I wasn't trying to change the subject." Damian argued. "A likely story." Paul argued, the more he yelled the higher pitched his voice got. Damian laughed, "Let me in and I will explain." Paul motioned, "Alright come in." Damian picked up his duffel, and walked he. He walked towards the living room, and plopped on the couch. "Spill." Paul said, sitting on a chair sort of adjacent to the couch. "Well, after you called, I got a little worried, so I called Ryan. He said you seemed kinda bummed when you two had lunch today. This worried me a bit more, so I decided to ask my mom what I should do. She said talk to someone, well I would have talked to you but considering this had to deal with you, and your singing career I went to Sharon. She freaked out, and pretty much sent me here to tell you, " He wanted to get Sharon's words exactly right, so he sort of paused, "That you were out of your mind, and that I needed to convince you to come back." "I only called you a few hours ago." "Stop interrupting. Now knowing that I said I was behind you one hundred percent I said I would come, but I did not say I would talk you out of it." "Your great." Paul said. "So, can I help you on your little walk?" Damian asked. "Sure." Paul agreed, "Just don't be annoying." "Me annoying." Damian said, "Oh yeah, I was flown hear, that is how I got here fast." Just then Damian's phone rang, he looked at the caller I.D. He gulped. Paul looked at the caller I.D. as well. "Answer it." "I don't wanna." Damian said, "Their gonna ask the question." "Well answer it if they ask." Paul reasoned. "Truthfully." Damian said. "No." Paul answered, "Well at least for now." Damian pressed the talk button, "Hey." he started.
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 21, 2009 1:15:08 GMT -5
"Sharon. What do ya want?" Damian sheepishly."Have you talked to Paul yet? Have you convinced him yet?" Sharon asked. "What's she saying?" Paul asked Damian. Damian put his hand over the receiver, "Paul shush." He took his hand off the receiver, "Yes to the first question, and no to the second." Before Sharon could say a word Damian added, "It may take a while to convince him." "Just as long as you convince him." Sharon said, "I hate the thought of loosing my favorite tenor. Bye Damian." And with that Sharon hung up. "She wants me to convince you to come back, and she hates the fact of loosing her favorite tenor. I told her it would take some time convincing you." "Good job Damo. Now if you don't mind, I want to go to bed." "Alright. Night." Damian said. As soon as Paul closed the door to his room. Their was knock at the front door of his apartment. Damian who had just changed into blue sweat pants with the number ninety- two on them and a shirt from a football tournament, had just snuggled into bed. Reluctantly he got up, and walked to the door, "Can I help you." He said opening the door. "Is Paul here?" A strange man asked.
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 23, 2009 2:06:59 GMT -5
"Paul!" Damian yelled still standing in the doorway. "What is it now?" Paul yelled tromping through the apartment. The man laughed, "I wanted to return this to ya." He presented Paul with his red scarf. "Don't worry my wife washed it. Thanks for everything." "No problem." Paul said. The man left, and Paul closed the door, "Who was that?" Damian asked. "None of your business, now go to bed." Paul told him walking back to his room. "Fine." Damian said, laying down on the couch. With in minutes the two were asleep. The next morning Paul awoke to a strange smell.
sorry for the shortness. laurenne good guess it was angus. thanks for reading.
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 25, 2009 23:07:35 GMT -5
"Damian, Damian!" Paul yelled running out of his bedroom. "What are you cooking?" "Nothing." Damian confessed, looking more innocent than a puppy. Damian was making his way towards the door, "Where are you going?" "To see where the smell is coming from. Duh." Damian said, walking out of the apartment, Paul followed. A little husky puppy came running out of the apartment two doors down. It went straight to Damian, "Look's like it found it's mom." Paul said. Damian picked the puppy up, "Shut it Paul." He looked at the tag, "It's name is Alaska." He set it down, and it ran back into the apartment. Damian ran after it, "Where are you going?" Paul asked. "Well, you might be blind, but I am not, and I see smoke." And with that Damian disappeared into the apartment. Paul rolled his eyes and ran after. Everything was all smoky. "Damian come on, this is a bad idea." "Paul come here and help me." Damian yelled. The fire was spreading, and a crowd was gathering in the hall, a few people had fire extinguishers. Damian was next to the puppy, looking at a little blond boy, whose leg was caught under a collapsed bed. Damian got closer, as did Paul, carefully they lifted the bed off the kid, who crawled out. The dropped it, and it good time. Suddenly a burst of flames came from the door. "We're trapped, Paul." Damian said.
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Post by pfieffer on Dec 13, 2009 0:01:14 GMT -5
Coughing Paul noticed a window and a fire escape. He silently thanked God for the inventor of both. "Follow me." Paul finally got the window open, he set the little blond kid on the fire escape, and waited for Damian and the little puppy to get out. Paul then climbed out of the window followed by a burst of flame. Damian started going down the fire escape, followed by Paul who was going slow cause he was carrying the kid. They finally reached the ground, walking to the front of the building, Paul saw two people who he thought to be the kid's parents. "Billy." They yelled. "Mum, dad." Billy yelled. Paul brought Billy over to his parents. "Thank you so much." They said. Damian then set the dog down near them. "Thank you for saving my puppy." Billy told Damian. Paul and Damian said they were welcome when the fire department arrived. They insisted they check out Billy, Paul, Damian and the puppy. The puppy and Damian were fine. Paul had a few minor burns. But, Billy's leg was broken due to the collapsed bed. "You were both very heroic." A paramedic told them. "And you were very brave." He directed this comment to Billy. Paul nudged Damian, "Let's get out of here." Damian was about to question but then realized the firemen were spraying the hose, plus Paul probably did not want any attention. As the two were heading towards one of the breakfast joints, Billy's mom stopped them, "Thank you so much, we ran out of the apartment, as soon as we smelled the smoke and thought Billy followed. How did you find him?" Damian answered, "The dog." "Thank you so much, what are your names?" "I am Damian and this is Paul." "Thank you again. I will let you on your way." Paul and Damian headed to the breakfast joint, and sat at a table. A waiter came up to them out of breath, "How can I help you?"
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 4, 2010 15:40:33 GMT -5
"I would like pancakes and a glass of milk please." Damian ordered. "Sorry out of pancakes, milk coming up. You sir." She motioned towards Paul. "The munch breakfast, and tea please." "Sorry, out of bread and waffles and tea. Can I try to get ya other things." The waitor said. "What's going on?" Paul asked. "We are really short handed, our cook got sick, and lets just say our back up cook can't even heat things in the microwave, oh and I am the only waiter who came in today." "I see," Paul was thinking, "Maybe," Damian was shaking his hands, and his head, he knew exactly where this was going. "Maybe we can help." Paul suggested. Damian put his head in hands, he was still shaking his head, no. "Could you?" The waitor asked. "Sure." Paul said, with so much excitement, it made Damian sink down into his seat. "I can cook." He looked at Damian, and giggled, "And since he" Paul motioned towards Damian who was almost on the floor trying to be invisible, "Can't he can wait tables." "Thanks so much, let me show ya around. I'm Seamus by the way." Paul shot out of the chair and went to the kitchen, and Damian slowly got up and trailed after Seamus. Seamus told Damian everything about the restaurant. Damian got his first order, and went to the kitchen, to give the order to Paul, "Paul, I did not think that coming here, keeping your little secret from Sharon would entitle me to work at a restaurant, in my pajamas." "Well, lad, that is what ya signed up for, ya said you would help, and he look we are helping." Damian rolled his eyes, and went to wait on tables. Finally after three hours they were finished. Damian walked out of the restaurant a little upset, and even more tired than he had been in a long time. He was thinking that this tiredness was almost even with coming home from the last tour. Paul caught up with him, "Look Damo, I am sorry." "Yeah, I know." They headed to the appartment, and both of them showered. "So what do you want to do tonight Damo?" Damian ignored him. "Aw, your not gonna give me the silent treatment are ya." He waited, "Damian come on." Damian giggled, "No, I am just making fun." "I think we should go see a movie." Paul suggested. "Great, as long as I don't end up being and employee there." The two of them laughed, "What movie should we see?" Paul asked. "Avatar." Damian suggested. "Sure why not." They got a bite to eat, then headed to the theater. "Aw, you've got to be kidding me." Paul started.
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Post by pfieffer on Jan 10, 2010 19:28:49 GMT -5
"It's sold out, everything is sold out. What is this, let's go see a movie day." Paul complained. "Well not everything is sold out." Damian stated. He was pointing to the one movie that did not have the sold out sticker on it. "Their is no way I am seeing that." Paul was disgusted. "Come on Paul." Damian rolled his eyes, "It can't be that bad." Damian got the tickets. "Let's go." He grabbed Paul's arm. Paul wined, as Damian dragged him into the cinema. They got pop corn and drinks and went to the theater. The theater was empty. "Let's just leave Damo." "Paul, just think of it as part of discovering yourself." He chuckled. Paul continued to pout. The movie title came up, Paul moaned. "Paul shut it." Damian warned. "Let's just watch the movie." Paul crossed his arms, "Fine, we will watch it, but their is no way I am going to enjoy..."
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