There was once a young lad who wanted more. The Creation of a Musician contest had started. Anyone could register and play their original songs. They have to be performed live first and each day those songs would be played through the signals .The earlier the start the more likely you would be chosen. He just heard about it the night before and rushed to register. He told them that he would be ready tomorrow with a song. He actually didn’t have anything so when they asked him what the name of the song was he blurted “Sugar Free Sexy Space Tangerine”. The women typed with such speed and purpose. It was almost as if she knew he made a mistake and his very presence wronged her. When he asked to change it she said it was too late.

He was trying to be clever but what came out was merely random. He could work with it because as a youth flowing with hope and arrogance he believed he could accomplish any task. He arrived the next day and truly believed the words he wrote were profound. When they announced his name he walked on stage with complete confidence. This is the song he sang.

Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine, You got me thinking obscene, You’re just out of reach, Oh what you could teach, I can feel your pull, Like a black hole, So much to say, Too much for today,

Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine, I saw you in a dream, You were just floating there, Unaware you were bare, We were in a cave, In the middle of a rave, I can feel you but I can’t touch, The rush is too much,

Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine, I bet you taste good with cream, Wanna a banana ride, Slide against the tide, I’d love to be lost, Above in the lust, I am so hungry, To me you are healthy,

Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine!

I saw you as a teen, Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine! That moment I knew you were queen, Oh sugar free space tangerine! You are what I need and mean, Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine! Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine! Oh sugar free sexy space tangerine!

When he was done singing there was nothing. Do you know what nothing feels like. Like you are so small and insignificant. That even if a meteor came crashing down from space and hit you breaking all your bones but kept you alive just long enough to burn. And while you’re screaming in pain everyone around just carries on. And you’re just hoping someone will help or at the very least end it but it never happens. We all die alone and we never truly matter.

Puire finished his story as he looked down at the boy. They were in the men’s clothing section in the discount store Heartmart. The kid wandered from his mother when he recognized a character on a shirt. The mother heard the last part of the story and rushed to get her child. “What is the matter with you. Saying things like that to a child” “If you don’t want him hearing men things don’t allow him in the men’s section.” A voice popped into Puire’s ear “Man you’re messing with kids now”. “She should have been paying better attention to her kid. That’s on her. Besides it’s not like that one conversation is going fundamentally alter that kids life forever”. “So the test is done now right we’re good?” “What you don’t like hanging with me all day? Thats cold.” “Yeah I really liked hearing you eat, go to the bathroom, and traumatize kids. It was real fun.” “Had to make sure the internal earpieces work properly. How far I can go what details they pick up. Difference between life and death.” “Yeah yeah whatever we got a new job” “On my way back and I expect a detailed report on everything. Every little sound. Be as descriptive as possible”

As Puire left the store he was greeted with the setting sun. As he watched it dip behind the horizon he turned to watch the second sun rise. Time to get to work.