From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: [PW!] Doppler cuts loose Date: Tuesday, July 20, 1999 10:46 PM A shaggy-haired man ambled down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of Pokestock '99. Truly, he thought, he could at least empathise with these people. Maybe not fully agree, but he knew what it meant to turn one's back on authority and "proper" social norms, reaching instead to an inner sense of the way things should be. Walking along, he came to a temporarily open area. A bit of litter marred the dirt hill, but there was nobody crowded in, and no bands near enough to drown out a player. It was a perfect impromptu stage... He paused. Where did that thought come from? He had not played music in...well, not counting Sing attacks, ever since leaving Pallet. And yet, here, the urge to blend in and perform washed over him... Shrugging, he quickly rationalized it as an instinctive wish to incite the audience to his point of view. He stepped up onto the hill, pulled an electric guitar seemingly out of nowhere, strummed it a few times while thinking up some words, and played. "Deep down Route 13 far from the sea, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a young boy name of Ali B. Goode. He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could talk to pokemon like ringing a bell. "Go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go go, Ali B. Goode "He used to carry pokemon in a big ol' sack, And sit beneath the trees by the nearby track. Oh, the trainers used to see him sitting day and night, Preachin' to wild pokemon, winning without a fight. People passing by would stop and say How many friends has he made today? "Go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go go, Ali B. Goode "His mama told him someday he would be a man, And he would be the leader of a big old clan. Many pokemon coming from miles around To hear him speak to their hearts when the sun go down. Maybe someday his name would be in lights Saying Ali B. Goode tonight. "Go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go Ali go go go Go go, Ali B. Goode." A round of applause greeted the end of his song. Flushed by this unfamiliar type of popularity, he bowed and tried to think up another song. But what to sing? The mission, always... ... ...oh, forget the mission! With that, Doppler began to truly relax for the first time in what felt like ages, and let his heart guide his tunes. TBC? [Not what you expected given the title, was it? ^_^]