On a Thursday afternoon, Tikki’mon was reclining on his hammock practicing with his guitar in the company of his four band mates. The Jamaican artist was writing his newest song for an upcoming album. His outlook was positive for its debut the following week at the Bamboo Hut Bar. While the bass guitarist and drummer wasted their time arguing over lyrics, Tikki’mon and his steel drum player completed the song on their own. In the Jamaican heat, they celebrated the rest of their evening out on the town.
Tikki’mon got a call from the Sunset Café late that night. The café itself was in a beautiful outdoor location. After a short discussion, Tikki’mon hung up the phone before realizing that he had already booked a gig with the Bamboo Hut Bar. The Bamboo Hut Bar was located on the south side of Jamaica. The Bamboo Hut Bar paled in comparison to the prestige of the Sunset Café. Tikki’mon sat there puzzled about what he was going to do. He preferred to play at the Sunset Café but could not bring to disappoint the owner of the Bamboo Hut Bar.
The weather was predicted to be sunny with no showers. With weather conditions like that Tikki’mon did not want to give up a chance to have an outdoor gig at the Sunset café, yet he loved playing at the Bamboo Hut. The Bamboo Hut was very lively, and was jammed packed most nights of the week. Tikki’mon struggled with his own conscience as the night wore on. He thought about all of the different advantages and disadvantages with each place. Finally, after thinking for quite a while and talking it over with his band mates, Tikki'mon made a decision. The phone rang three times until an answer came on the other line. “Hello, Bamboo Hut Bar. How may I help you?” Answered Jamul, one of Tikki’mon’s close friends.
“Ay listen Jamul, I won’t be able to make my gig tomorra'. I got a spot at the Sunset Café and you know how much this means to me. It’s so hard to get into that place.”
“Hey Tikki, yah can’t just blow me off for another gig, mon. It’s just not right.”
“Man, I am so sorry, trust me I will make this up to you.”
“But who am I going to get to replace you. I mean you were on ‘moro, most good bands’re already booked.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone” replied Tikki’mon.
“Eva mon, I have to go. The boss is callin’ and he won’ be too happy about this.” Jamul hung the phone up with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
All Tikki’mon could do was prepare for his gig the next day and confirm with the Sunset Café.
It was Friday and Tikki’mon woke up to a windy morning. He was getting nervous about the weather although the news said it would be sunny. Sitting around his house, he began to worry over the conditions for his performance later that day. He didn’t think it was going to clear up. Rain was coming down hard now, and there was thunder and lightning. He knew there was no chance of performing in such harsh weather.
Tikki’mon was upset he had blown off his first gig to get the better one, and now his decision has backfired on him. So Tikki’mon and his band mate went to their favorite lunch spot to eat and talked about what they were going to do. They thought about how if it were still raining they would be cancelled at the Sunset Café. They would not know they were cancelled until they got to the Café. They came up with the idea of waiting an hour to make a decision. They called the Bamboo Hut to ask if there was a spot still open. Fortunately, there was. Tikki’mon asked them to hold the spot for an hour so they could decide what they were going to do.
The hour was almost up and the rain had postponed for the last ten minutes. They were starting to get very anxious. The hour was up and there was no rain coming down now, the cloud was sitting over the south shore. Tikki’mon knew if he went along with playing at the Café and it started raining he was almost guaranteed not to get a spot at the Bamboo Hut.
Tikki’mon and his band mates got to the Sunset Café and everything was going smoothly until one of his band mates heard a crack of thunder in the distance. Not more then ten minutes later the rain was back and pouring harder then ever. They were so frustrated now they could not think. So the Sunset Café made an executive decision to close for the night. Tikki’mon and his crew were furious.
Tikki’mon called his buddy Jamul to see if there was a chance that there would be a spot open. There was not. The band was so frustrated and tired over the fact that they did not have a show that they took the night off. Despite their mood, they had a very good time relaxing and watching other bands perform. The next morning, Tikki’mon woke up and got a phone call from the Sunset Café. They asked if he would like to perform that night. His band was already booked at the Bamboo Hut, and he had learned his lesson. Tikki’mon told them he would love to perform for them another time but to book him in advance. They understood, and the conversation was soon over. Tikki’mon went to the Bamboo Hut that night and had one of the best performances of his life.
Tikki’mon got a call from the Sunset Café late that night. The café itself was in a beautiful outdoor location. After a short discussion, Tikki’mon hung up the phone before realizing that he had already booked a gig with the Bamboo Hut Bar. The Bamboo Hut Bar was located on the south side of Jamaica. The Bamboo Hut Bar paled in comparison to the prestige of the Sunset Café. Tikki’mon sat there puzzled about what he was going to do. He preferred to play at the Sunset Café but could not bring to disappoint the owner of the Bamboo Hut Bar.
The weather was predicted to be sunny with no showers. With weather conditions like that Tikki’mon did not want to give up a chance to have an outdoor gig at the Sunset café, yet he loved playing at the Bamboo Hut. The Bamboo Hut was very lively, and was jammed packed most nights of the week. Tikki’mon struggled with his own conscience as the night wore on. He thought about all of the different advantages and disadvantages with each place. Finally, after thinking for quite a while and talking it over with his band mates, Tikki'mon made a decision. The phone rang three times until an answer came on the other line. “Hello, Bamboo Hut Bar. How may I help you?” Answered Jamul, one of Tikki’mon’s close friends.
“Ay listen Jamul, I won’t be able to make my gig tomorra'. I got a spot at the Sunset Café and you know how much this means to me. It’s so hard to get into that place.”
“Hey Tikki, yah can’t just blow me off for another gig, mon. It’s just not right.”
“Man, I am so sorry, trust me I will make this up to you.”
“But who am I going to get to replace you. I mean you were on ‘moro, most good bands’re already booked.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone” replied Tikki’mon.
“Eva mon, I have to go. The boss is callin’ and he won’ be too happy about this.” Jamul hung the phone up with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
All Tikki’mon could do was prepare for his gig the next day and confirm with the Sunset Café.
It was Friday and Tikki’mon woke up to a windy morning. He was getting nervous about the weather although the news said it would be sunny. Sitting around his house, he began to worry over the conditions for his performance later that day. He didn’t think it was going to clear up. Rain was coming down hard now, and there was thunder and lightning. He knew there was no chance of performing in such harsh weather.
Tikki’mon was upset he had blown off his first gig to get the better one, and now his decision has backfired on him. So Tikki’mon and his band mate went to their favorite lunch spot to eat and talked about what they were going to do. They thought about how if it were still raining they would be cancelled at the Sunset Café. They would not know they were cancelled until they got to the Café. They came up with the idea of waiting an hour to make a decision. They called the Bamboo Hut to ask if there was a spot still open. Fortunately, there was. Tikki’mon asked them to hold the spot for an hour so they could decide what they were going to do.
The hour was almost up and the rain had postponed for the last ten minutes. They were starting to get very anxious. The hour was up and there was no rain coming down now, the cloud was sitting over the south shore. Tikki’mon knew if he went along with playing at the Café and it started raining he was almost guaranteed not to get a spot at the Bamboo Hut.
Tikki’mon and his band mates got to the Sunset Café and everything was going smoothly until one of his band mates heard a crack of thunder in the distance. Not more then ten minutes later the rain was back and pouring harder then ever. They were so frustrated now they could not think. So the Sunset Café made an executive decision to close for the night. Tikki’mon and his crew were furious.
Tikki’mon called his buddy Jamul to see if there was a chance that there would be a spot open. There was not. The band was so frustrated and tired over the fact that they did not have a show that they took the night off. Despite their mood, they had a very good time relaxing and watching other bands perform. The next morning, Tikki’mon woke up and got a phone call from the Sunset Café. They asked if he would like to perform that night. His band was already booked at the Bamboo Hut, and he had learned his lesson. Tikki’mon told them he would love to perform for them another time but to book him in advance. They understood, and the conversation was soon over. Tikki’mon went to the Bamboo Hut that night and had one of the best performances of his life.
10 comments:
it was soo awesome i love jamaica
loved the plot enjoyed the title thanks for the experience. you brother brosuph
good story,it was original
I thought your story was very creative. I like the polt, and resolution. The resolution of the story I thought was good.
Mackey I enjoyed the srtory. It was a good and original idea that kept me interested. The moral of the story was very good and taught a lesson. I enjoyed the part wheer tikimon was split between what to do. It made me want to keep reading and learn of his decision. I thoght it was cool how you made the setting in Jamaica and had the Jamaican dialougue. Tikimon was a great character that was very unique. Good story Sean.
This story makes me think of whenever you do something for yourself and hurt somebody else it always back fires and you then feel guilty for hurting your friend. I liked how you showed the message of don’t always do everything for your self and think about other people.
I found myself wondering why Tikki’mon decided not to go to his friends place to perform the second time. When he decided to go to the other place the first time, and it didn’t work out. Even though this confused me I thought the story was well thought out.
Nice job mackey. Its too bad Tikkimon had to learn the hard way, but at least he ended up playing where he wanted to.
Even though he did play for his friends at the Bamboo hut, im not sure he completely got the message and he might make the dumb mistake again. I think the rain was what really made tikkimon decide to play for his friends.. if it was a nice clear day, he would have played at the cafe and enjoyed it without a regret.
Unique setting, bravo.
The story was good. Good story line about a band that is having problems. It is a little like my story in a way relating to a bands troubles. Good details and descriptions. Also good character names also funny.
Very good story Sean. I thought your ideas were very clear and well thought out. I liked the way you developed the plot. Your story had a very clear message and made complete sense. I enjoyed reading it.
Sean,
Fun setting with nice Jamaican accents ('moro, eva mon, callin').
I like the moral at the end, where Tikki'mon learns to honor his commitments.
Small details ranging from the characters' names, the names of the bars/restaurants, and the external conflict of bad weather (and Tikkimon's internal conflict) were all realistic and fit well with the story.
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