People used to sit around camp fires and tell legends of secret lands and ghost hauntings. I think somewhere between "Are You Afraid of the Dark" and now that has stopped. So I'm bringing it back with the legend of Los Muertos.
Los Muertos were three ordinary guys. They worked ordinary jobs. Lived ordinary lives. To everyone else they were boring. Introverts. Every time someone invited them out on the weekends they would make some excuse. They were too busy. Had to work early the next day. Maybe next weekend.
It's not that Los Muertos didn't want to hang out with people. It's just they were busy. After work every day they played music. The played every day, the three of them. They had to keep practicing to get better. One day they would play a show on stage. People would scream for them and dance all night.
They tried to get gigs every weekend. The called every venue in the area. They were always given a firm no, or were just hung up on. It was frustrating. All they wanted to do was to play their music.
One night the phone rang. A low voice said, be at the Peninsula Docks at 10pm. Los Muertos packed their gear and drove as fast as they could. An old sailboat was waiting for them. An even older fisherman hurried them on board.
The ship sailed past the moon.
They arrived at a platform in the middle of a lagoon. In the middle of the platform was a bar. In the middle of the bar was a stage. The place was packed.
Los Muertos played the most amazing show ever that night. The sound floated over the crowd. Everyone suspended in the flow. Los Muertos didn't know this at the time, but they would never go back to their ordinary lives. They had made it, and there was no going back. They were forever bound to that moment in time. Some say they still hear their music playing deep into the night.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.