Electro Gypsy

This story is dedicated to Savlonic and their song Electro Gypsy. Also to Mr. Weebl who gave the song to the world through flash. Sorry for the last Update as well, I had to rewrite the story because I didn't like how it read.
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Theme: Myth/Relationship
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The darkness consumed everything, from mountain to the sea; the land lay in its dark expanse. Nothing moved, the creatures, big and small settled in for the night. The wind played with the leaves of the trees making the slightest of noise as the branches swayed in its gentle embrace.

Over the darkened land lay a small village with no name, this night it is home to a very special encounter. A small caravan wagon drawn by a small donkey drew through the quiet night towards the small village. A strange sound emanated from the wagon as it drew closer and closer to the cluster of houses. The twangs and strums sounding almost futuristic as the sound grew louder and louder with each step the donkey took.

As the wagon entered into the village the noise began to slow and then stop. As the music echoed off into the distance a young man jumped out of the driver’s seat of the wagon and after dusting off his leather pants and silk shirt he pulled out a strange instrument out of the wagons back. The instrument was slug around the man’s neck, it appeared to be a guitar but instead of strings there were keys instead. The man let out a devilish grin and plugged a cord into the keytar and turned the device on. A low echoing sound burst forth from the speaker in the back of the wagon. Then as if waiting for a cue he began to play.

His fingers began to moved rapidly up and now the keys of the keytar, a beat that none had heard before burst forth from the speakers. Twangs and das mixed together to form a futuristic beat. Then after he had gotten a beat he was happy with, he began to sing.

“Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Yama Yamaha
Moog and a Casio”

He continued the same verse, over and over again until his fingers began to bleed from the extended playing of his instrument. However he seemed not to care as his keytar was soon coated in a layer of blood. He stayed like that moved back and forth in his leather pants and silk shirt until morning.

The people of this village had awoken when the stranger had come into the village. They rarely get strangers and when someone as strange as this comes to their doorstep they notice. The mayor of the village walked up to the young man as dawn began to break; hoping to ask the man why he had come to play his fine electric beat for them. Before the mayor could open his mouth to ask his question the young man began a different verse of his song.

“Here I am the electro gypsy in my caravan, it’s the future man. See me play a tune upon my Yamaha, A guitar won't do. They are to old school! Time to sell door to door; I have pegs and lucky heather! Do you like my leather pants? Oh I am so clever!”

The mayor just stood there dumb founded as this strange man played his beat and nodded to the back of his wagon where several piles of clothes pegs and bundles of lucky heather were piled. A sign noted that the pegs were thirty cents each and the lucky heather was two dollars a bundle. The mayor smiled and picked up several clothes pegs and a bundle of lucky heather and placed the money in a small tin near the gypsy’s feet. The gypsy nodded and smiled and returned to his first verse. The mayor turned around and walked back to his house for his morning breakfast.

The rest of the village did business with the electro gypsy as well and soon the man was out of things to sell. When the day was over the gypsy finally stopped paying his electronic song and placed the keytar back in the wagon and picked up his tin full of money. His fingers were still bleeding as he gathered up the reins of the wagon and motioned to the donkey to start moving again.

The electro gypsy never returned to the small village again but everyone there remembered the beat that he had played for that day and always wondering whether others were enjoying his fine electro beat.