I now begin the snippets about the several major characters: the members of the band this trilogy is about, their women, the main “bad guy” characters and the main “good guy” characters. All in all there are close to 20 of these!
Folks I don’t know a trilogy series with as many as 20 important characters, but I couldn’t help it. So I will boil it down to the major characters that appear in all three books of the trilogy.
I am starting off with the singer-frontman band member, Erik, because in most bands the singer-frontman is the most noticeable and most well-known member, the one ‘the whole world’ has heard of. Here is his physical description:
A lead singer with dark brown mid-back length hair accentuated by sensuous bangs on a baby-face was slender, thin-lipped and of medium height. Voice a Godly gift. Yet, some said, the devil’s tool.
Plus he has blue eyes.
Without going into telling this character’s main attributes–I will let the reader figure these out for themselves–I will state wherein these character snippets occur, in what chapter of what book the snippet is within.
The first snippet is from Chapter Five of Battle of the Band and takes place at an avant-garde art gala for ‘Makko’ featuring sculptures that some could find degrading, but avant-garde (and art I would never consider buying!). The gala takes place at the estate of the band’s guitarist, Jack, in August, 1991. Present in the scene are Ger, Erik’s woman, spirit guide Swami Negran, and groupie Magda.
Into a scene a rabid hedonist would drool over—everywhere stood beautiful people and sensuous sculptures in a portrait of unfettered pleasure—Erik loudly announced his entrance. Arm-in-arm with a bejeweled Ger in hot suit and dyed-pink chinchilla, followed by the fawning Negran in gold-brocade silk tunic and matching trousers, the self-satisfied singer paraded into Jack’s living room. Erik wore an opened golden silk flowery robe that exposed a bare body save black leather swim shorts, Roman sandals, and the red crystal. As he dazzled a crowd of cultural luminaries in greeting, his red crystal glowed at its ‘godhood.’ The bearer of the crystal became soaked in the light energy snared from his human surroundings. Erik knew then that he was the subject of their desires. After Ger was whisked away by the owner of her ‘Hot Pink’ cosmetics firm, the empowered singer-idol wrapped himself around the lovely, sexy Magda Blue, London’s choicest groupie also featured on Mick’s Druidic album.
“Come look at Makko’s work with me, babe. I need your lovely opinion on what I should buy.”
“Come now, sweet Erik. Why should I look at statues when all I want to do is look at you, and your manly beast?” Her mouth and tongue consumed his left ear. “But if you insist. As long as you buy me a Makko. My flat needs a touch of avant-garde. Both Mick and Swami Negran said so.”
“Well,” he licked her ear, “you caught me in a very, very spending mood. I made over a mil today. Satellite stocks. My swami made me do it, eh? So, like, let me share with you my growing largesse.”
The second snippet from Battle of the Band, Chapter Seven, at a band meeting to work on a new tour album, takes place at bassist Keith’s place in January, 1994. While all three guitarists are heading into drug rehab for a month, Erik is recovering from alcoholism.
After the meeting, before the six began working on new songs in Keith’s basement studio, Jack cornered a rummy-nosed Erik at the basement stairway.
“So, what’s your story? You been drinking whiskey since I’ve known you. Why the hell is it now you can’t handle it?”
As with a classic alcoholic, Erik spoke denial. “What you mean, I can’t handle it? I’m here, ain’t I?” Nasty now, the singer pointed at Jack’s stomach. “And don’t you go ordering me into rehab like you did Keith, eh? ‘Cos I ain’t gonna do it. Me drinking’s over.” Cut the air with his hand. “I’m off it!”
“Yeh,” Jack smirked. “For now. ’Til the next time you decide you need to feel sorry for yourself.”
The now-angry vocalist did a double take. Finger in Jack’s face. “Hey, up yours, man! It’s not my bloody fault me own son hates me. Can’t even touch the kid. Me, the world’s greatest rock singer. Yeh, right!” He softened. “Right. So you want to know why I suddenly can’t—” Looked down at his feet as he said, “It’s the only way I know to cope with—failure.”
The final snippet from Chapter Three of The Prophesied Band is during an interview by narrator pop culture pundit Jay Elliot with Erik in his limo while at a summer series gig in the fictitious Bay Area city of Richmont, California.
Two years after the weekend fling at Jack’s, Erik still gave most of his interviews in his limo—one of twelve. This time, in a burgundy deluxe. Parked several feet from his band’s insignia-marked blue and silver tour bus situated inside the barricade that enclosed the backstage area from concert-going intruders.
This time, the celebrated singer hadn’t been drinking. Instead, he’d just finished rolling a second joint less than a minute after he’d let the first one burn out. And, like any other reporter curious how rock music’s finest voice could smoke and still maintain his virtuoso, I just had to ask, “Another one so soon? Just how can you—”
“Smoke like a fish and still sing?” Smirk.
“Well, I wouldn’t say like a fish—”
Shrug. “Then why did you?”
I didn’t say that, he did! He’d put me on the defensive. “Okay, okay, forget the fish. But for such a great singer, you do smoke a lot o’ reefer.”
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The Prodigal Band Trilogy © 2019 by Deborah Lagarde, Battle of the Band © 1996 by Deborah Lagarde, The Prophesied Band © 1998 by Deborah Lagarde and The Prodigal Band © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde. Permission needed to copy any materials off this page.
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